To have shot me the enemy would have had to have dangled a shooter in mid-air above the hospital and have an invisible man to avoid the Secret Service... The mechanics were such that they wouldn’t have been able to get a glimpse of me before I was inside and out of sight. Another perfect example of carefully closing the barn door right after all the horses ran out.“How are you doing, Boss?” I asked my question gently as I was shown into the Presidential Suite. Head wounds hurt and I did not wish. Domestic violence is way downtoo."I vaguely wondered how I knew all this. My mother? Susie? Or was itsomething I had remembered or worked out for myself?"Wow! You really do know a lot about feminism, don't you?" Fleursaid. "Don't forget the pill - and abortion!" Right," I agreed. "Now we can make our own decisions regardingpregnancy. That's a much bigger deal than most modern women think.Before the pill, it was pregnancy after pregnancy if you were married,and even worse if you got. I watch the ecstacy of your face as you groan. Your pace quickens, but it is not enough. I want more, I cannot help myself. I groan, "Oh fuck me hard baby. Now". You smile and pull out. Im confused. Damn you. But then you suddenly grab my breasts and pull at them, shaking my perky nipples. You engulf your entire mouth over my firm A-cup breasts, flicking my nipples and slobbering all over them. Fuck that feels good, one of my favorite things you do to me. You keep kneading and sucking. Noting my discomfort, she wags her legs open further for me and allows me the glory of seeing her little pussy. She reaches into her waistband and adjusts it just so. Boom, the whole little bald pussy is staring at me. I can see it weeping moisture. So close yet so far. I want to believe I can smell her little cunt from my seat. She has one of those long and thin pussies, the kind with very little meat on the lips. Hairless and white, the little clit tip is protruding a good inch. Oh, my aching.