I picked up our glasses and refilled them from the sink. When I wandered back into the room, Sandra’s eyes were still closed and she hadn’t moved... Damn she was so fucking sexy laying there. I hadn’t wanted to disturb her when I climbed off, so her legs were still spread. Her pussy was fully engorged and there was a small puddled under her hips. Her chest was still rising and falling erotically as her breathing had yet to return to normal. I sat the cups on the nightstand and crawled back. That being said, I just spoke to one of the President's inner core of advisors and asked him for a recommendation. We should hear back with a plan for you within a few minutes."Constance had an air of troubled, competence about her today. "What's wrong?" I queried, taking hold of her right hand. "You seem burdened, frightened, or troubled, and it can't be about me, so, spit it out. What's wrong?"She gave me her version of the look and said, "The entire White House is in a fury. The way the news. He also said that we were leaving to search for the three werewolves that we had seen last night. He did recommend that someone come by to clean up the bodies and the campsite. It would not do for some animal scavenger to try to eat the werewolves and become infected.The people at headquarters were startled by this suggestion and asked us to wait until a ranger showed up to guard the place. The ranger should arrive in 15-20 minutes. John agreed that we would hang around that long. We sure as. She shifted in her chair, her legs parting just a bit, and nothing was left to my imagination. Nothing! My erection returned in full force, rigid, upright, aching again.“Fascinating,” she observed, startling me out of my ogling.She was smiling when I looked at her face. “Since I promised to tell the truth,” she said, “I really like turning you on, Dad. It’s ... like, powerful.”“That’s a good word for it,” I assured her, my cock flexing slightly earning a bright laugh.“This going slow is fun,”.