As Janet sat in the afternoon sun she reached back and took the erotic novel she had brought and started reading the marked passages. As she read her ...and went down to her womanhood and Janet began playing with her pussy. Not hard, not fast, just very slow and gentle. The more she read the wetter she got and her finger began rubbing the outside of her labia. She knew it was swollen, no that wasn't right, engorged with her own blood and the sensation was sending chills throughout her body. She. .There was a week when the newspapers were delving deep into his career to find something, anything, he'd actually done, with no success.Charles campaigned with a second agenda. He spent his re-election year traveling the country and asking citizens for their input. He scheduled afternoon no-agenda gatherings.When crowds arrived, they found campaign aides filling out questionnaires so the campaign knew what was on the minds of the people, instead of taking the media's word for it.When Charles. .look around, see if any one is offended,.. Or if they care. She slowly came out of her shell. Now she touches me in public... pinches my butt, runs her fingers up-n-down my crack, over my jeans. Reaches inside my shirt to pinch my nipples. She lets me play with her cleavage if no one is looking, and even lets me grab her hips and push my erection in to the crack of her ass in the store or standing in line. She asked me many times about what clothes to wear, I told her wear what makes you sexy. I was a bit surprised as no one in our society plays football but still I went to her to ask that where are the footballs, just then she was showing a bit of cleavage and I just kept staring and imagined how big the boobs must be and started to get a hard on so I just removed that thought as I was standing in front of her.Then she told me that the footballs are in the other balcony so I went to take it but there were none. So I came back & said that there were no footballs and more of her.