Before she entered the bathroom, she looked back at me and asked, “Want some dessert?” and then she flashed a naughty smile and headed inside. I f...llowed her like a lost puppy.There she was, my 40-year-old boss, washing her hands while she flashed a thirsty, lust-filled look at me through her reflection in a spotless mirror. I inched up close to her and breathed on her neck. She sighed as she tried to clean her hands.I wrapped my arms around her and washed my hands with hers. She lathered soap. Then, I'd feel really scared and alone, and..." Jennifer babbled and burst into tears.Peter moved closer to Jennifer and hugged her tightly. He whispered into her ear, "I won't forget you, Jenny." Rubbing his palm along her back, he comforted her as she sobbed.After a while, Jennifer calmed down and looked deeply into Peter's eyes. "I'm sorry Pete. It seems like I can't control my emotions anymore." It's alright, Jenny. I got to hug you, without getting burned too!" Peter joked.Jennifer smiled. I could not classify if it was a crazy dream or if I was hallucinating or if it was real for what was playing before my eyes were more than what I could imagine in my wildest dreams. But such was the originality.My two sons, Sanjay and Roshan stood right in front of me, stroking their thick hard cocks, asking me to take them in my mouth one by one. And then my daughter Shwetha, sucking and licking a black dildo which she pulled out of her love hole was asking me to eat her ripe pink pussy. My. There just was not time following my speech to be sure that we could get home before dark. Jim said that we were facing a headwind, and he was not sure of making it all the way before dark. I was certainly not going to argue with him, so we flew home the next morning.We flew back to Iowa for four more speeches, each, and Martha insisted that Roosevelt was a dead certainty to carry the state. She reported to Albany nothing but good news about our performances, and we were asked to visit three.