I had also found my father had a Playboy magazine in his underwear drawer along with a partial box of condoms. Maybe my parents had decided they had e...ough c***dren. Anyway, those were the days before Penthouse began to show pubic hair and later vaginas. A lot was left to the imagination, but certainly enough to inspire a 9th grade boy to fantasize about pussy and getting laid. On the other hand, Playgirl was some time in the future and porn generally was quite difficult for small town k**s to. But most of all she needed to give love in return. Miss Anna was her first for just about everything. She was the first woman that she was attracted to, and Anna was the first person to tell her that she was worthy of being loved and excepted for who she was, and not who her family wanted her to be. Ann was the first woman that made her pussy ache with the kind of desire that was new and exciting. The joy Miss Anna found in eating her out was a feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time. At. "You okay?" The President asked."Yes, it's just that..." how do you tell the most powerful person in the world her privates are showing and she should cover up? And what happens if she asked why I was even looking in the first place, though it was hard to look at her without seeing her vagina."Are you shy?" She inquired, now rubbing her legs up and down."Mrs. President, I think you're trying to seduce me?" Ha!" She let out a loud condescending laugh. "You catch on quick! Is it working?" She. .. cut my hair while rubbing against my body, even if it was just my elbows. The way she started she didn't even touch me although there was no way she could use clippers on top of my head without accentuating her boobs."What kind of weather are we supposed to have today?" she asked, probably just making conversation."I hear we might have rain but not until tonight," I replied."Oh, I hope it doesn't rain until late," she said. "I'm going to a pool party today and my son loves to play in the.