His eyes seemed to know everything she thought and felt. The trembling in her legs got worse.The man laughed and then rumbled, "You're a stubborn litt...e thing. To fall when it's so easy to fly, to keep your own form when every cell longs to be my wife, to fight when your very being wants to be fucked."And she knew who he was. He was her husband, though she knew she was not married. She remembered fucking him countless times, though she'd never had sex. She wanted him more than anything, there. They told Mark to turn up the radio. There was little room between the car and the wall, so Kevin stepped out so that I could get to the front of the car. Kevin then followed me back to the front of the car. I was standing facing Jeff, when he pointed to say lean over and take a look at that. As I did, his hands came up to cup my breasts in such a light touch. I looked up at him as he slowly moved my falling shoulder straps off my arms to push down my tank top to let my breasts pop out. My. .. My ... God!” added Will slowly. They both turned to stare at me.I was just as flabbergasted as they were. The door knocked again, and another agent barged in. It was John Thompson, the supervisory head of the Presidential Detail. He was responsible not just for me, but also the much smaller details watching over Marilyn and the kids. He came to a stop in front of my desk and saw that we already knew something was the matter. “Mister President, I can explain...”I looked at him while pointing. I looked up, taking my gaze from her pussy, the tip of my cock touching her pussy, about to enter my first woman. I could feel her warmth and dampness on the head of my sensitive cock. Suddenly she grimaced. “Are you ok Samantha, we can stop if you want, I haven’t put it in yet”“No, I don’t want to stop, but some girls say it hurts, please don’t hurt me”“If it hurts at all we’ll stop straight away, I promise” I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening, I could see her pussy spread as my.