She started sporadically moaning and sucking then going back to stroking the other guy's cock. The guy fucking her was close. He was talking dirty. "O... baby, I'm addicted to your pussy' and things like that. He grunted hard when he came still pumping her until he was done. I went out to the family room to think. My head was pounding and I felt sick. I heard my wife say "ok roll off I can't breath" then heard the guy sigh as he rolled off her. My wife asked for "the towel" and must have cleaned. "Five minutes, ma'am," Paulsaid."Oooookaaaay," Senator O'Neal sang out. The fabric of her skirtstrained slightly against her hips and she found she couldn't pull thezipper the entire way. She pulled as far as she could and then left it.Her shirt was easier. Senator O'Neal had no interest in wearing tightclothing in order to give the media any more ammunition or to flaunt hersexuality. And, so, she was able to button the shirt without trouble.Her new fat nipples tented the fabric and she bit. If anyone were to look up, they might get a glimpse of her looking back down. If any of her neighbours were to look out their windows, they might see her, but she wasn't at all concerned at being seen. So unconcerned was she, that she raised her arms above her head, tilting her head back slightly, laughing, happily facing directly into the oncoming rain. She skipped and twirled on her balcony, the rain washing over her body.As she brushed her wet hair from her face, out of the corner of her. We then traded stories for another two hours, as she told me about the friends she was making at ‘school’ (she was taking a three month computer training course). I was relieved to hear that they were all girls. She kept me up to date with her sister’s latest parent-irritating tactics and then as if she had discovered fire, she said, ‘That reminds me–I was thinking about it the other day and realized you’ve never been to my house–well not properly anyway. Do you wanna come over tomorrow? I’ll.