Reaching around I grabbed the front of her thighs and ate her with gusto. Pushing my tongue in her warm box, I fucked her with my all my lust. “Oh g...d, Uncle Jack,” Candi screamed and her left hand came back around he and cupped my head. She had apparently recovered from my throat assault and now was enjoying my face. Pulling my tongue out of her moist hole, I lapped at her clit. Candi’s legs trembled and I knew she was getting close to cumming. I stepped up my assault on her clit and her hips. I need her to run my re-election campaign and I don’t intend to lose because not enough is done to ensure I win. Babs is so reliable, I need her there.” That made sense so I didn’t argue but was naturally disappointed. The campaign would be run from the offices we had used before and I’d have to make arrangements to ensure we’d swept for listening devices, sorted phones, agreed code words for people, sorted the physical security and on and on it went. I hit my bed at 4 am and was unable to. I put in way too many hours at the office then left feeling I something was undone. I left work every night with a tug of war going on in mind an incessant struggle between the need to stay and work or go home and feel guilty. Of course staying won’t have saved me from the guilt either. Not even when I left work did I go straight home to my family, I stopped at my gym first. In many ways it was my sanity pill. I exercised and toned my body with the same passion I did everything else. I was lean. . just knocked out for a couple of minutes, I guess."I began to try and get to my feet, but I was dizzy and with the rocking of the boat adding to my problems, I had a hard time getting upright. I could also feel nausea coming on. Looking around, I saw that we were further out in the strait, but heading north-west. The Genoa was still in play, but snapping and whipping around as Charlotte had the boat headed approximately into the wind.Loosening the line for the Genoa, I started the motor to.