The president groaned, moving behind me, his cock fully hard again. I ignored him, focusing on my daughter's snatch. On her delicious juices. And on t...e cum washing out of the depths of her twat. I gathered it on my tongue, loved it. Then froze as she screamed, “Mother!”The president hiked up my skirt. A wanton shudder rushed through me as he flipped it over my ass, his hands squeezing my rump through my panties. His finger dragged down my rear to the gusset of my underwear, pushing the crotch. Johnson asked.I nodded and said, "I am. Thanks. Mom makes good casseroles. Let'seat it, then get in bed and stay there for the rest of the weekend."Mr. Johnson smiled. And I could see his cock twitch in his boxers. We were going to eat, then fuck. Then fuck some more. As good a planas any in the world.I wolfed down some of the casserole, taking just enough of a break thatmy balls had recharged with cum. I was eager to empty my pretty pearlsagain as soon as possible, since it's never a. . until she launched herself at me.I let my reflexes take over, moving out of the way and giving her torso a shove as she flew by. My blow landed as intended, my strength at less than half and I watched as she flew a few feet before landing on the ground. I did not hear anything break, but it had to have been unpleasant for her. I waited as she got back up and got ready for her next attack. Again, she launched herself at me and again I pushed her away but felt something large slam into my back. " And that ended the advicesession.Carly gave herself a two-quart enema so she would besqueaky-clean for that hunky treasure. Then shesettled into her bubble bath.Meanwhile, at 12:50, Mark entered Lovejoy's palatial,outer office. The most impressive part of the officewasn't the luxury, it was the receptionist. She was amiddle-aged knockout. Dressed in a business suit thatwas failing miserably at dampening her ragingfemininity, Lovejoy's secretary was a world-classbeauty, with legs that a.