Janey nodded her head, letting her legs spread apart, sitting on the couch and offering her cunt to the boy.Laura fumbled with the front of her son's ...ants, feeling him trembling with excitement. As she pulled his cock from his pants, she looked at Janey. Janey's eyes burned hotly as she stared at his cock, now running her palm up and down the tight crotch of her panties."Oooo, that looks better naked!" Janey cooed, licking her lips.Laura stroked her son's cock, feeling it throb with his. I browsed through my closet. I pulled out that skirt Emily bought me. Ifound a cream colored blouse that would look good with the black skirt. Ipulled that out too.Great first impression, I kept reminding myself. I pulled out thepantyhose I got Saturday too. I paired this with the new heels. I hadbetter practice walking around in them.I took a shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs, shaved my armpits,finished cleaning up and turned the water off. I dried off with my toweland wrapped it. ”“You’re right,” the President said.The President wasn’t a stupid man, although a lot of the discussion between him and Betsy might suggest it. The fact was that he had been wrestling with the economic issues since the day of the collapse. As usually happened during a crisis, almost all other issues had been relegated to the background. With the sudden disappearance of government employees, he wasn’t receiving the kind of detailed briefings that had been given to him before the fall.His. "Now, Tommy, you aren't ever going to tell anyone about this, right? Not ever?"I shook my head."We really need to get you out of these clothes, Tommy," she whispered and she helped me up and pulled off my teeshirt, then pulled down my shorts and briefs at the same time."Well, well, look at this," she said as she slid her hand under my dick and lifted it slightly. "You're pretty big for an eighth grader. Nice," and she gave it its first squeeze from a female hand."Um, I'm not in the eighth.