"Look, you know your father and I got married right out of high school. We were like rabbits when we first got married. We had sex every day and somet...mes more often when he could manage it. But I have a very large sexual appetite and it was only a year before he started feeling the strain of trying to keep up with me."This was way more knowledge than any k** should have about their parent's sex life. Was she so sure that she should be telling me this and how was it pertinent to what happened. I had been particularly been looking forward to this one; I’d taken her home after catching her eye at the bar, buying her a drink or two, and very gently sliding my hand up her skirt under the table, watching her glaze over slightly as my fingers brushed the outside of her underwear. She was gorgeous; the polar opposite of me, with small tits, long, red hair, and bright green eyes, though we were both totally bare. Caressing her breasts with my mouth, I knew what I wanted to do. I had stripped. In all of the White House all conversations, all discussions, all notes and all hand out materials will be considered classified top secret.’’‘‘That is also why you were required to sign new security forms. I can promise you any leaks will be aggressively investigated and responsible parties will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law,’’ I said.‘‘I know all of you are upset about your phones being collected. I ordered that to end interruptions by texts and calls and to prevent. I looked up at him, standing over me, and brashly grabbed his cock, as if I were yanking at a rope. He got the message and slid down, resting on the burgundy rug with me. I rolled onto my back, and he climbed over me, with his elbows and hands rested on either side. We looked at each other for a while before actually moving again. Just looking, yearning, but resisting. I made the first move. I tilted my head back, arched my spine, and pushed my chest up. ‘You are so fucking beautiful, Jax’.