In the air, I learned that I would be briefing the President and his cabinet. I objected that I was unprepared, it would waste precious time, and migh... infect others who wouldn't otherwise be infected as soon. My objections were ignored.We arrived at the airport and were taken by limousine to the White House. There, we were inspected by the Secret Service who, after hearing my objections, held us until the Secretary of Defense came out, met us and escorted us with Secret Service personnel. My wife was a little tipsy from the prosecco, and when my wife is a little tipsy she spreads her fine, long legs willingly. I hadn't washed after the earlier encounter with the horny granny just a few blocks away, and was determined to let my wife have a taste at the foul member. It's was going to be easy, since Annemieke, my 29 year old second wife, was desperate for sexual release. Hopping up the stairs as I followed in her footsteps, I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties under her frilly,. They wore bras which had big holes for nipples. The purpose of bras was to push tits and give cleavage a provocative look. They wore transparent panties with big opening near cunt.Well shaved, smooth cunts were feasting the eyes.We sipped the drinks as we went in. It was luxurious.“How is it? “ Wasim asked.“Mind blowing. Is this your valentine gift?” I asked, as I watched the cunts which were at our head level when we were seated in sofas.“No, this is not the gift” he said and smiled.“I thought. I don't need any artificial sweetener."I smiled at his unusual metaphor but then my brain took over."Carol knows, doesn't she, John?" Not about you tonight," he said. "She's asleep. So is her pussy. But she gave me the OK to try for you back when we first met you, when you were working on the Pinafore. She told me last night that she was surprised that I never tried very hard to get into your panties. I'm not even sure that she really has a headache tonight." Well," I said, "let's not look a.