.. uh, my staff for the moment, has not yet succeeded in depriving me of my evening hours. Could you and your wife visit Rebecca and I in our private ...ome in Arlington? I needn't labor the point that Mrs. Stinson is in a most unfortunate situation, and we've not wished to add to her grief or embarrassment. We're keeping quarters in our private home for the time being." Name the time. Jeanette and I will be there, Mr. President!" Let's say seven o'clock. That should give my security minders time. ”“So, you are not old enough to drink.”“C’mon, it’s just a beer.”“Sorry.”By the time I got back, she had moved her sun bed so it was parallel to mine. I handed her a soda and popped my beer can open.“You are such a bore,” she moaned after sipping from her can.“Sorry, but I’m not going to get into more trouble with your dad by giving you alcohol.”She sighed and pulled up a shapely leg. The move made the mound of her pussy stand out and it was hard not to stare at it.“I guess you will be going. Then he turned to watch Amy cleaning up in the bathroom. From behind her, he could see her tight ass, and in the mirror he could see her big tits swaying as she washed up at the sink. He began slowly stroking his cock as he watched her trying to clean his cum from her face and tits.As Amy finished washing the spunk from her face, she looked into the mirror, and noticed over her shoulder that Vince had started stroking his still-hard cock, and had a crazy, angry, smile on his face as he walked. I visited her in the dorms and we spent time together. And except for the tears over her mother’s cruel torture, all was love, joy, and butterflies. Lisa felt safe. She felt loved, wanted, and appreciated. She knew she could trust me no matter what happened. She would go home every weekend to have her mother degrade her and threaten her and heap guilt on her head. They threatened to take her car and her money, and tried to convince her that she should listen to her heart. When she said she was,.