The day started with a flurry of meetings that gave way to a series of press interviews. My last scheduled interview was with Summer. She looked posit...vely edible in a summer-weight peasant dress that no peasant could ever have afforded. Her golden hair was piled on her head in what looked like a haphazard fashion, just like that pivotal night on the campaign jet, when she let me in on some of her secrets.Summer’s summer dress accentuated her thirty-four “C” chest. Those perfect breasts called. She reached for her phone and dialed a call."Hi Lyzi!"... "Yeah I have him!"... "He's my footstool right now," she giggled.... "Nope! He doesn't have a clue yet."... "Well, I just haven't had to yet," she giggled again. "He'll find out soon enough."... "Well, if he can't swallow, I'll take him back is all."... "Sorry girlfriend, not this weekend. I want him all to myself for now."... "Let me christen him first. Why don't you and Fuschia stop by next weekend? I'll let you use him."... "Yeah, I. On the clap, we cut to almost exactly the same image – except that our guest is now completely naked ... Very slim, fairly shapeless, with that long blonde hair hanging down and hiding her small boobs. Her pussy is a reasonably tended triangle of short, thick, fair hair that confirms she is a natural blonde. She’s smiling nervously and looking right at Kimberly’s big Rottie...She stands there for a second, then sits down on the edge of the couch again, putting her hands behind her and leans. ‘Didyou tell the governor’s daughter that I was drop dead gorgeous? Did you mean it? Do you really think that, or did she make it up?’ Steve blushed a little, then smiled. ‘I did mention that Gwen had some attractive sisters. I don’t know if I used the term ‘drop dead gorgeous’ or ‘supermodel looks and figures’. I know it was one or the other, or maybe even both. Are you upset at me for talking about you, Kate?’ ‘Yeah, I’m pissed!’ responded Kate. ‘I’d have your babies right now if I could!’.