I was part way through meeting the guests when a woman, about forty years old and dressed as if she was attending a Cabinet meeting, grabbed my wrist ...nd exclaimed, "You're Kevin! You're the boy that got shot trying to save the President, right?"I smiled and tried to let it slide, but she insisted, and I admitted that I was Kevin Townsend. She shook my hand, touched my head to feel the scars, and said almost reverentially, "I was there that night. I saw you attack the gunman, and then I saw him. The blouse gapped open to show about 8 inches of brassiere. It looked full and heavily burdened, the space between her breasts soft and slightly pushed up and succulent. I took a deep breath and then gasped a little as she pulled the blouse apart, letting the brassiere cupped treasures sway in front of her a moment. I watched spellbound as she cupped her breasts and massaged them a little before her arms reached behind her and the harness slumped and slowly, reluctantly it seemed, parted from. Now he gets brave enough to move his hand into the largest rip. I feel him playing with the elastic on the leg of the panties again moving a couple of fingers under them at the back gusset and rubbing my butt. I can’t ignore this now because I’m getting a super erection. Fortunately the shirt in the front is mostly covering it up and it hidden by the bar from my companions. I put my hand down and feel that my rock hard dick is trying to come over the top of my panties. I make adjustments! I. I dialed her extension; there was no answer. I dialed the gym and waited. On the sixth ring she picked up."Hello, this is MaryAnn." Hi MaryAnn, this is John." Hi John, what can I do for you?" I'm supposed to make reservations for this weekend for Joe and me but he didn't leave me his company credit card. I'm assuming he would want everything carded to his company." I can help you with that; I'll be right up. Are you in the study?" Yes."She hung up the phone.A short time later, the door opened.