”Bowling maneuvers his way to a chair near the couch where the president is sitting. “What’s the situation?”“I’ve been receiving calls fro... members of Congress about our nonexistent department hiding in the basement of the FBI building,” McKinsey says.“It’s been all over the news all day,” Bowling acknowledges. “The media is having a field day with it.”“I know,” the man says with a heavy sigh. “And it’s the last problem we need right now. “I don’t know what to do about it. Congress wants to. Finally, I looked up and said, “I want you to fuck me.” He didn’t hesitate, and we moved to the bed. He kissed my nipples and my neck. My loins were so hot. Slowly, he worked his way down to my pussy and kissed me down there. Oh! “Fuck me!” I told him. “Fuck me hard!”He moved over top of me, his beautiful erect cock standing straight out. Our eyes locked. Without a word, Greg moved between my open legs, and slowly inserted himself in me. I was so wet and he slid in easily. Oh, my!He went. Slowly, his finger starts sliding in and out. Not far at first, just up to that first knuckle. Her moans are getting deeper. Her arms wrap around his thighs, as she leans over and rests her chest against his body. Ass up in the air, breasts smashed against his dick, she starts moving against his finger. Her rhythm forces it deeper inside of her ass. The lubricant is slick, the movement is easy. Her opening is tight, he can feel the muscles of the opening clamping down on his digit as it moves. For a while now, my father had been remodeling the downstairs basement, specifically so my sister could have an even bigger bedroom than the one she had upstairs next to me, which was now a sitting room for my mother, though I never saw her 'sitting' in it. Another justifiable reason in my mind at least, to hold a bit of animosity towards my sister for that, amongst other things. As such, though the den itself was finished, the one wall separating the den from the laundry area remained framed,.