Blowing her nipples and curls gently stroking her curls with my finger...kissing her vagina passionately.pulling her vagina with my teeth. Biting her ...ipple and tugging.turning her nipple gently.squeezing her nipple and twisting her vagina as my toungue went higher up her wallin dark circles kissing her between her legs.and rubbing her breasts, as we kissed passionately.pulling in her nipple tugging her nipple.. squeezing her breasts. And exploding into her.’ Good girl...’ she growled.as she. That’s for sure. By the way, before you ask, I wasn’t a lifelong Democrat. Not entirely. I didn’t like either party, but I felt trapped. Minor parties stood no chance. Both major parties had deep, structural flaws. I had to make my choice. I cast my first ballot for President in 1992. For Ross Perot, of all people! I thought, let’s give someone fundamentally different a shot. Who knows how that might have gone?“Second time Clinton came up, I thought, well, I don’t like his gun control, but. Today was different. In fact everything was different about the day so far. I’d slept on the floor, not in the comfy bed. At least I’d been given a blanket to sleep on and the a/c wasn’t set to fifty five. Today I’d had to wake before my handlers, as they’d decided to be called, and prepare David and mistress for a morning coupling. I woke David up with oral sex. I had to take him to the root without excuse while he was soft and well into my throat when he was hard. We’d practiced that. “Horny too, I bet,” she proclaimed abruptly with her smile saving the shame. She always was the outgoing one. “More wine?” she wailed, and almost knocked my glass over filling it. We laughed heavily, leaning into each other, our foreheads met and she hugged me again. “I’m lonely, too” she confessed. My divorce was a matter of fact to me, but to others not so. Divorce always leaves a trail of debris. I was married a total of eight years, three months, and twenty three days, to a man who never.