“Hello,” she finally managed to stammer, and even as she spoke, the names came back to her. “Mr. and Mrs. Preston.” The tumbling snowflakes ga...e the scene a blurry appearance. “June. Please call me June, and he’s Edgar. We’re neighbors, after all. You’re Carol, aren’t you?” The woman smiled brightly, and her breath came out in puffs of mist. A few blond curls clung wetly to her forehead under the jacket’s hood. “I’m… yes. I remember you. Dad fixed your car once.” The man, Edgar, chuckled. “That. We hope thats OK with you. kisses Mom PS: Chris wanted to go surfing While reading this note I started smiling. Even after finishing my breakfast I couldnt stop smiling. In no time I changed my outfit to a very skimpy bikini and went to the beach. All the way down all I could think of was Chris hot body and his hard dick. Running down the stairs I noticed this warm and lovely tingling in my pussy. When I reached the beach my pussy was dripping wet only by picturing his big cock. Chris must have. I checked them out. They are the real thing. It's ok to talk to them if you want," he informed me."Thanks, Dad. Any idea what they want?" I asked, foolishly. My Dad probably even knew their shoe size and whether they word BVD's or FTL's!"Apparently, the President would like to talk to you. I'll let you get the details from them. Don't shoot them, Son!" Dad laughed as he hung up. Very funny, Dad.I opened the front door to find two large men, dressed in the obligatory government type suits,. I fucked a cellmate who later got paroled. That didn’t mean that I got laid frequently. In fact, anyone who tried to rape me got his ass kicked. I was mostly nice, but vicious about that issue. My fellow inmates soon learned to leave me the hell alone. I otherwise made no trouble and got a reputation as a good, hard-working, and even well-educated prisoner. The guards looked down at me, but they didn’t have an excuse to do anything about it. I made a point of not giving them one. They just.