” She must have had the same flavor on as she did yesterday. “Cherry.”“Finally, but now that you’ve guessed it I’ll have to try another fl...vor,” she said with a smile. “Well, got to cover up these exercise clothes or I might get arrested going into the gym.” I stared at her creamy thighs and ass in her tight shorts when she looked back at me.She didn’t say anything, just smiled. Her smile lit up the entire room. I would have given a million dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment.I. " She lowered her lips back to my nipple and looked up at me. "Feed me, Momma Hawk." I told you the cream would flow tonight, honey," Gretchen whispered in my ear, "but I can tell you forgot that you have three sources to our one."I'd only thought I had a furnace between my legs. With Trish's and Gretchen's words as fuel, I was suddenly on fire as Trish licked the drop of milk off my nipple and began nursing at my breast. Her eyes closed and her face became blissfully serene. I watched her. My freshman year I would pace back and forth in front of the box office of a gay cinema near my school , finally the guy in the booth waved me over one afternoon. Once inside I grabbed a seat in the back row. A suited handsome mid forties white guy sat next to me cornering me in the isle. Dropping a meaty paw in my crotch he manipulate. My cock till it hurt it was so hard in my skin tight denim. Taking me by hand he guided me back to the men's room into a stall. Sitting down he worked my jeans. She’s never even campaigned for me on her own.”“Have you ever asked her?” Mindy pushed back.“You’re getting pushy in your old age, Mindy!” I replied with a smile. She didn’t look overly sorrowful at my characterization; she was only in her late thirties. I looked at Will. “Could we do it?”“Piece of cake. Frank is right. Any of the shows would love to have the First Lady of the United States on as a guest. They’d probably have her as the only guest.”I shrugged again. “What’s the worst that could.