The rest of his entourage was decidedly neutral.The early spring day had everyone in trench coats or jackets, but all of them were unzipped and open. ...lue suits with white shirts and red ties were the preferred uniforms for the men while the women wore business suits in the same blue color with splashes of red, such as scarves, giving a burst of accent. The entire media event looked completely scripted down to the matching clothes on the dignitaries.Watching with distaste, Brendan was all the. Swaying her hips in front of his face, she leans down further, her pussy getting closer, knowing he can smell her excitement. Pushing up on her arms, she rights herself and sinks down, her wet pussy against the front of his pants, feeling how hard he is. She grinds against him with her hands on his knees. Mr. shifts a bit in his seat and then she feels his hands on her hips, pulling her down. She grinds against him as he pushes up, his hard cock straining in his pants. She presses down on him. My cock exploded with such force that the first steam of cum shoot out of my cock and over head and onto her bed. Carrie was quick to recoup and catch the remaining shoots in her mouth. And with a sheepish smile she looked up into my eyes and opened her mouth to some the full load in her mouth. With one deep long swallow she emptied her mouth into her body and opened her mouth again to show me she had swallowed the entire load. To this point not a word had been said. But I knew that I too was. A few seconds later, his mouth was on hers, hard, his pent up passion and frustration all coming out in his fervent kiss. His tongue tasted her lips, her mouth. 'Oh god, I'm going to drown.' 'Oh no, you're not, savor this moment, child,' her inner goddess spoke to her, softly, soothingly. Her tongue tasted his, stroking, joining together in a slow, erotic dance of sorts that was all about sensation, feeling. Pulling her to him, he pulled back just a little bit to look at her. Her eyes locked.