Are you free to accept his call, Sir?" Of course, Mrs. Tompkins. Please put him through, and if possible, will you see that I'm not disturbed? Thank y...u."Acting President Aaron Bronstein motioned for his ever-present Secret Service minder to leave him alone in the Oval Office, while he answered the telephone."Jacques, what a pleasure! It was only last week that we enjoyed a lovely evening together! How may I help the Swiss today, my friend?" You are too kind, Mr. President. Eveline and I were. Emily smiled seductively. How did I miss this much sexiness right under my nose for all these years, I wondered. Well, she never looked like this before, that was for damn sure. She slowly turned around, showing me her big ass as she rotated herself on one marabou-feathered bedroom shoe. Her ass was full and soft and was perhaps too fat but just the right girth for sexiness. The satin panty was buried between the globes of her derriere. "Emily," I started, feeling strange using her first name. He stood erect, not the hunched figure that I’d seen minutes before. He was wearing a blue boiler suit and had a pair of welding goggles pushed back onto his head. The hair wasn’t what I’d expected either. When he ventured forth on his daily shuffle his hair was hidden by the bowler hat which he was not wearing now and while there were a couple of grey streaks in the black wavy hair, it was clean and shiny. I’d somehow expected it to be untidy and greasy from lack of attention, but the opposite. K." Faye seemed to buy it as I handed her panties back to her and placed my mother's back on her dress."So what are you doing back here?" I quickly tried to change the subject."Oh, I thought I'd take back some drinks for us." Faye threw her underwear onto the bed and turned to walk out of the room. I breathed a deep sigh of relief that I'd somehow managed to extricate myself from the situation and grabbed Mom's book from the table. Faye took a six pack of beer from the fridge and we began the.