Footsteps stomped down the stairs accompanied by bickering voices. Into view came my wife pushing my eldest daughter in front of her. My wife’s face...was frowning, though her eyes said laughter. The rest of her expression was trying to hold onto some sort of stern disapproval. It didn’t take much to see why. Liz had attempted to put make up on. Liz is eleven (and a half), and apparently never attempted to apply make-up before. She looked like some sort of clown-hooker. Red lipstick was caked. What goes on at Camp David, stays at Camp David, and our new staff was intimately aware of my feeling on the subject. The Navy and Marine staff loved the babies and fussed over them non-stop. Sarah and her horde of assistants didn't work in the Lodge, or even near it, so they never came in contact with my brood.Because of the successful assault on the White House, and Charles' death, there were no visitors, including media, to Camp David. The lodge was perfect for us, until the White House was. It throbbed.My little sister swallowed.I handed over my skirt. My pussy felt so wet. The interest in my little sister's eyes sent this incestuous rush through me. There was this taboo thrill racing through me to unveil myself. I wiggled my hips back and forth. And then I thrust down my panties.I groaned as I bent over, my breasts swaying. My futa-dick sprang out, bouncing hard before me. It thrust from the shaved folds of my pussy right where a clit would be on a girl. On my little sister. As I. When he stood next to her, she stood closer than usual and pretended to accidentally brush her tits against his arm. It was late spring and the days were getting warmer. She wore tight cut off jeans or short shorts that barely covered her ass and her bikini top which barely contained her tits. She knew it was daring but hoped it would break down the teacher-student wall. She often caught him looking at her body and would smile at him, letting him know she liked how he looked at her. She thought.