However, after Kennedy's assignation and Johnson took over, he announced to the world the existence of the SR-71. Up until that time this was one of t...e world's best-kept secrets. People knew somewhat of the YF-12A, the fighter version of this airframe. But the reconnaissance version was unknown then. So needless to say after his speech all the manuals, papers and everything associated with the RS-71 had to be changed to SR-71. All this money spent because a president couldn't say RS-71. After. It took some convincing, but it sounded exciting. We edited the photos so that my face was obscured. She fought to minimize the blurring and I fought to maximize it and we compromised. Finally, I had a portfolio of about 15 photos, all of them outdoor shots, with my odd body flaunted but my identity hidden. Several photos clearly showed how small my tits are and she said one in particular would make a great avatar. I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but I was soaking up all of this online. I returned the mower and weedwacker to the shed and he called to me from the porch, “Come on over here and cool off a bit and relax!”“Boy, I’m horny,” I remarked when I’d made it inside the porch. “Can you tell?” I teased, knowing full well that my hardon was protruding from the top of my panties.“Well, what do you intend to do about it, baby?” John teased me. In front of where John sat was a wrought-iron coffee table with a glass top. I stood next to the table facing John and started playing. Then she extended her hand, maintaining eye contact, not looking down where she should step, and fully trusting me. She stepped onto the floor and waited patiently. It is our ritual at times like this. She waits for me to wrap her in a towel, rub her body all over until the towel absorbed every single drop of water. I dried between her buttocks, patted the towel over her labia and sometimes even kissed away any stray droplets over her soft folds. But not this time. This time I dried her body.