Its sexual fragrance floated up into his nose and he smiled down at K and lick his lips.She looked at his cock which was sticking out from between his...open knees and she reached for it. It was so damn hard! Just like before she began to stroke it like B had taught her the last time they were together. He looked down to see her hand sliding back and forth pleasing him. He smiled and took her hand off of his dick.He told her: “No baby, right now this night is all for you. Just lay back and enjoy. I wasn't covered withmakeup. Kathi was an artist. She had accented my eyes and cheekbones.She had made my lips look larger and more sensuous. I seemed to have aheathy glow. I really looked beautiful.Kathi tried to find clothes for me to wear and we settled on a simple sweater, blouse, and skirt combination. She helped me along witheverything and other than shoes, everything felt fine. I just couldn'tseem to walk in her heels. We settled on a pair of flats and I was done. Kathi was trying to. “You must think I’m the worst mother in the world.” Bree was letting the guilt get the better of her. “You know, trying to get away from my daughter?” “No.” I kissed the back of her head. “I just figured you wanted some privacy so you could crank that Thunderstick up to eleven.” Bree guffawed loudly, her whole body bouncing with laughter. She half turned to look at me over her shoulder and slapped me hard on the hip. “No!” Her eyes were narrowed playfully. Then settling back into the spoon, she. As he entered, I was displayed mostly like he and everryone had seen me by now at countless debates and speeches: clad in a mostly see-through top that did more of displaying my breasts than hiding them, and a tiny miniskirt, currently hiked up by the clerk who was at the moment railing my ass. His dick wasn't anything amazing, but after a millenium of almost constant fucking, I felt more naked without a dick in me than with, and also I had won the election on a platform of promises of reforms.