.." Mr. President. I am sorry, Sir."I am sorry that I failed President Gray on Tuesday night. I am so sorry that I'm alive and he died, because I wasn...t just an instant faster, or a little stronger..."America; pay attention to that voice, for it is the voice of the next generation. He represents the voice of those who will fund our social security, build our bridges, send rockets to the moon and stars, and fight our wars."Kevin Townsend represents the best America has to offer in the coming. She must have been starving for cock also.That bed was going to get a workout for sure. She got on it and I, like a man followed her. I was laying on her chest and kissing her. My hungry mouth was devouring her lips and our tongues were dueling. She took hold of my cock and was stroking it. I was hard as I had ever been. Gaud I needed to get it into her box.I lost little time getting to her slit with my mouth and licked it. She was wet and ready as was I. I wanted the first time to be the best. ‘I know you said to call you when I got back to London but… well…’ she hesitated. ‘I just wanted to say hello!’ She finished lamely. Sam punched the air and let out a silent, ‘Yessss!’ ‘No problems babe.’ He told her easily. ‘I’d just got in after a rotten afternoon, and just hearing your voice has made my evening. ‘Oh!’ That little catch in her voice caused Sam’s legs to buckle. He dropped to the sofa, his imagination going into overdrive. ‘So what have you been doing with yourself?’ he tried. She smiled back before picking up the next drink. I stood for a moment more before turning and left, still thinking of my red-haired Goddess.That night as Megan, my wife, and I were fixing dinner I told her about the girl. Yeah, I know. 'You told your wife, you idiot.' Yeah, I told her. We decided long ago that it was better for me to tell her about my appreciation for beautiful women than to hide it. Hiding one thing turns into hiding many things. It is a rot in a relationship. She would.