I whirled to face him, and he was speaking into it, and then he passed the phone to me. “Is it him?” I whispered.He shook his head. “No, it’s ...ingrich. Say hello.”I took the phone. “Hello?”“Carl, it’s Newt Gingrich. How are you doing tonight?”“Pretty good, sir. Thank you for calling,” I replied.“Congratulations on your victory. That was one nasty campaign. I’m glad you kicked his butt.”“No gladder than Marilyn and I are. She was even angrier than I was.”I could hear a chuckle. “When you come to. Elsie navigated her hand down the line of buttons in front, undoing each catch, from the top of her chest down toward her belly button. When she reached the last one, she opened one eye to peer at her spectator. He was fixated on her, and she blushed. She pulled apart the two halves of the jumpsuit top, revealing her cleavage, and fanned herself with them. The action threatened to flash a glimpse of her breasts. She knew what Oliver wanted to see, but she wasn’t ready to give it to him quite. After experiencing what I have with B, I often fantasized what it would be like to be in a 3-way with him and another guy. It happened this past weekend.It wasn't a surprise - B told me he and Mike (M) would be in town for three days and hinted around that my fantasy might just come true if I was up to it. When I asked what he meant by 'up to it', B just said - you'll see if things play out that way. Needless to say, I was intrigued, excited and although not a sure thing, anticipating an. A foreign voice inside her always told her that if she lost weight, Ben Marshall would be hers. Funny though, whenever someone, perhaps a relative, would compliment her, saying that she was blooming into an attractive lady, Janet would just dismiss the comment and continue criticizing her appearance. The one part of Janet’s body that made her want to hide in her closet for the rest of her life and never come out again was her ass. Janet was so embarrassed by the abnormally large size of it.