“Are they after you again?” he asked.“Chatter is making rounds on terrorist channels. You never know what will happen. It may be nothing but you...cannot take chances. Either way it would be best to keep some distance from me in public for a while,” I said.Agents in tactical gear walked in carrying my heavy armor. ‘It was just too hot to wear this too long,’ I thought as I put it on.The trip back to the White House was quick and quiet. That meant if the threat was real, it would happen on the way. I got up and went to the bar for another drink and studied Rose, she was dressed in black, black skirt, black blouse, and black jacket, and obviously as it was a funeral. She was around 5’5” overweight probably about 14 stone with black hair. As I turned round from the bar she was standing there “I’m just going out for a cigarette” she said “Hang on a minutes I’ll join you”, as I got my stuff together she walked over to speak with her husband and then came back to me and said “Come on then”. We. "Well Michael, you have thought about that homework I mentioned, I can't wait to get started?" Standing up and putting her glass down she walked over grabbed my left hand and thrust it under the back of her skirt, pulling my head toward her she then rammed her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her cotton pants under my hand and her tongue slowly rotating around mine. I could also feel my cock beginning to twitch. Her free hand began to massage my cock and she encouraged me to move my hand to. " I didn't want to explain that I had to be shaved for the pee catcher to work when I was forced to wear the bloody thing. Her palm pushed down, a little finger just nudging above my clit, For a second, the finger pressed. I closed my eyes and sighed. She giggled again, I still liked it. I knew she'd pressed there on purpose."Oh wow. Your pussy is so different to mine, look at the lips, it's like a butterfly." I felt the bed move, the mattress changed shape. Her hands were pushing my legs.