Then again, some wore clothes over their demonic skin ... and some went topless or bottomless.The whole time that Bernie spoke, I continued fondling M...lania. No sooner did the chaplain of the Senate, an Asmodean priest, of course, deliver the benediction in my name, but I stuck my fingers up Melania’s asshole. She really moaned aloud now, no one bothering to pretend that they didn’t witness me ravaging the former First Lady of the United States under her clothes. It was a beautiful thing and we. It was about fifteen minutes later that I opened her door to see how she was. She was sound asleep on her bed. She was still in her pajama's that had teddy bear faces on them. I gently sat on the bed next to her. She was sleeping on her side, her back toward me. I began rubbing her nice little ass. My cock was getting erect in my shorts as I imagined myself on top of her. I rolled her over on her back. Trying not to wake her, I started to unbutton her pajama top from the bottom up. Her milky. ..” she blushed.The phone rang about then and saved us from embarrassing each other any more. It was Becky, checking to see if I was ready to be picked up and spend the day with her and Katie.“He’s been pacing the floor and driving us all nuts,” Mom laughed and winked at me. “Please come and take him out of our misery.” She hung up and left the room with mugs of coffee for her and Dad.“See you at dinner tonight, Mom,” I called after her.I rinsed out my cereal bowl and put it in the dishwasher. John smiled inwardly, knowing from previous experience that dinner would be cold by the time they got around to it - but he was disappointed. As soon as the door was closed, Martha turned to face her husband, a hand automatically keeping him at arm's length."Not now, John, we need to talk - about Georgia, that is!" Aw, honey, you know she hates that name. But somehow, I don't think that was the point you were trying to make." You are right, that is beside the point - come to think of it, it is.