The hotel bar was filled mostly with women in town for a teacher's convention. Lisa, the pretty brunette was an elementary school teacher from a small...town in Iowa but Shelly was a local. She had worked as a cop for the last fifteen years and was at the bar with a few friends celebrating her promotion to Detective III. She spotted the pretty young teacher sitting alone at the bar shortly after arriving. Her eyes had continued to flash in the brunette's direction and after getting caught looking. When even the conservative talk shows compared his administration to that of Grant there was no doubt in anyone’s mind the man’s power was broken. Unless he resigned he was doomed to two years of being considered totally irrelevant. To add to the President’s problems stories of corruption, misuse of his office, and secret vendettas against opponents began to come, seemingly, out of the woodwork. The President’s problems expanded when a Boy Scout troop sued over the loss of their camp near. Then she laid down on the bench press seat and used her “motherly” voice. She asked me if there was anything, at all, that I wanted to do with mommy. I groaned and told her that I wanted her to show me how to go down on a woman. Mom reached down and pulled the crotch of her suit aside exposing the rest of what I had been dreaming of. My god, my mothers slit was fantastic looking. She had these full looking lips to her pussy that just stood out begging to be suckled on, they were even slightly. Both of their outfits showed a lot of skin, a hell of a lot more than Nikki’s button down and jeans. She looked like a c***dren’s librarian in comparison. “So, that outfit ain’t going to work,” Andrea said with a raw smile, “Come on, let us dress you!” Sandy clapped and Layla cheered, “Fashion show!” Andrea clasped her hand and brought her into her bedroom. She rifled through her drawers like she was looking for money, holding up clothing against Nikki’s body over and over until she narrowed.