Me And Jennie Knew Each Other Since We Were Kids, And We Were So Close, But I Was About To Find Out About Her Much Better.Well The Story Really Starts...When I'm At Home, And I Found Out That My Parents Where Going On A Little Trip For My Dads Business, Which Was Compulsary. So The Night Before They Went I Sent A Text To Jennie Saying " Jennie, Look My Parents Are Going Out Tomorrow, Want To Come Over And Watch A Film Love Sam xx". I Switched On The Computer, And Flicked On Some Of My Favourite. Maybe it was the distance between us that made our relationship feel as such.She was an open-minded woman, a little on the trashy side, curvy in the hips and ass, about 5'6", an inch shorter than my self, with large, heavy tits. She had a pretty face, not that I ever thought of such things until the first following occurrence.I'm extremely over-sexed, I've always been, and there's been one or two occasions where I thought of her in a sexual manner, but nothing incredibly consistent that crowded. Eisenhower and Wilson came to see me about three weeks after I took office. Their arrival caught me off guard, and I hurried up from the planning division to greet them. It was a Monday, and typically, Mondays were busy at Defense, because so many decision makers had been away from their desks for two days.The first Monday in July was no exception.Wilson and I hugged and chatted like old college roommates while Eisenhower watched our greetings with a smile. He was as he always was, cool, calm,. In my head I can hear his breathing deepen and it drowns out all other sound. I swear when I think hard enough I can even feel his hands as he grabs me and nearly bruises my lips trying to get inside of me. I imagine one hand holding my wrists above my head as his other creeps between my legs. I don’t have to dream up the wetness he’ll feel between my legs because by now my dream alone has made me drenched. He would rip away my panties, forcing his knee between my legs. The rough texture of.