Erica started fucking her hips back and forth faster and faster, trying to capture my cock in her slick pussy as she did. When I shoved my tongue past...her lips, deeper into her mouth, she stopped moving and tried to suck my tongue down her throat.She was screaming into my mouth and with my arm around her neck. I pulled her closer, mashing our lips together. Her hips were fucking even faster as she wrapped both arms around my neck and kissed me like I was kissing her. I knew exactly when she got. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him deeper, nails digging into his back, my face pressed into his neck. Each stroke set off more orgasms, like electric currents shooting through my body. It was such an intense pleasure, I tried to scream but didn’t have the energy to, so I bit his shoulder instead. He kept having to remind me to breathe. Until I felt him tense as he exploded inside me, pushing me over the edge again and we came together. Slowly we came back down to earth, his jolts. The man that had sworn to restore hope where hope was gone. The man seemed to be taking in the months and years leading up to that point. His childhood of hardships he had to overcome. His restless young adulthood until he found his calling. The call to power. Oh, the rise to power. He remembered the speeches given at first to small crowds, mostly those who were curious of this outsider. His words won them over. His ability to captivate and enthrall the masses. At every speech, he gave them. The girls are waiting for us." I got up and grabbed Brock's clothes to load them into the washing machine. Brock said, "I can't go out there naked. What should I put on?" I handed him a towel and then we walked out. We stopped in front of the laundry closet to load the washing machine with Brock's clothes, and then we proceeded into the kitchen. What we saw in the kitchen took Brock and I both by surprise. Sitting at the table were three naked eighteen-year-old girls! The girls giggled as Tami.