Upon entering the third bar on the left side of Main Street, it appears like any corner bar in Price Hill–until the entertainment arrives. Girls ran...ing from 13 to 22 climb the three steps at the end of the fifteen-foot bar. Some wear string bikinis, and some wrap their underdeveloped bodies in near-transparent scarves. They move suggestively to American top 40 songs from 10 years ago. Around the neck of each toffee colored ‘dancer’ hangs an ordering number from 1 to 24, as if she is an extra. You are not only beautiful and smart, but also enormously talented and driven. People would sell their houses just to be seen working with you because of what that would do for their image. And – you are the First Lady! Everybody always loves the First Lady, even when they hate the President.“I’m serious.“They really love you just because you’re you. If you gently ask the wives of some junior Cabinet officers, you will find that they might be just as bored as you and literally praying that. Jesus, she thought and bought tampons, to help.Driving back also proved difficult, the constant rubbing and movement from the road meant she was nearly always either on the verge of cumming or actually cumming. Small silence climaxes, kept her smiling. Her clit, hard, poked through its hood, almost as if it was looking for Pete's cock, she daydreamed of feeling it fill her cunt again as she drove the family back.Back, an old girlfriend, Sarah contacted her and asked her out, few drinks and chat. ‘I’m close,’ I grunted into Carmen’s ear. Carmen responded to this, locking her ankles over my butt and holding my cock in place deep within her, ‘Is okay, Ryan. Cum inside of me, shoot all your baby-juice into my fertile pussy, make me pregnant.’ Hearing this I grunted once, pushed over the brink by my married lover’s words, and erupted deep inside her. My body shuddered as the content of my balls spilled out into Carmen’s womb, and Carmen held me tightly moaning into my ear. I felt myself.