I couldn't be a slacker any longer. I couldn't fuck this up. I knew I would win. Enough of the women of America loved me that I would have almost all ...heir votes, and I was sure there would be more than few men who thought it would be progressive to elect the first futanari president. I didn't want to be like some of our past presidents who were just fools and buffoons.“I would be more than a celebrity. I would make meaningful change.”“When we come back from our commercial break, we'll start. “Will you hold my hand?” she exclaimed. Before I could even move to comply, she reached over and wrenched my hand over her side of the armrest and gripped it in her lap with both hands. I swivelled around to look at her, and found myself looking into the eyes of one very frightened lady. I shifted my right hand onto her leg, with absolutely no intention other than to comfort her and let her know I was calm and everything was going to be alright. But her reaction was quite the opposite of what I. SUMMER COTTAGELeslie and her long-time lover Rachel had owned a summer cottage in the Finger Lakes district for years. The women were in their 50s and enjoyed the forests and the canoeing. The ladies were fit, slim and attractive. Neighbors were a few miles away and they rarely saw them. The majority of the surrounding cottages were rentals and people changed every summer. Both women worked in a university so they had two months off during the summer.Since they were a couple, the two middle-age. " she delved into her briefcase and pulled out a tiny scrap of lace."I took these off," and she handed me her panties."He said he wants us to be available to see the police, so we may have to stay here a bit longer." That's fine with me Ma'am," I said and held her panties to my nose."Beautiful," I smiled as I inhaled their aroma. "Almost as good as the real thing." I need to do some shopping when we get back to the hotel." she said, "I want some stockings." Grrr." My pussy hair needs trimming.