She desperately wanted him, needed him, her entire being was begging for him as if he alone could cure this insatiable yearning. Knowing she may have ...een staring too long she asked him if he had any other ideas for the evening or “if they were going to be a bunch old people and go to bed early on a saturday”. She turned to fuss with her hair in the mirror... Breathing deeply trying to pull herself together... too nervous to make the first move yet too interested to shake this feeling. Her. I began frigging her as fast as I could. Her moans now equaled those of Leslie's.Having sufficiently lubricated my fingers I withdrew them and centered them on Maggie's ass and slowly drove them all into her dusky brown pucker. Her reaction was not one that I would have predicted. With an almost savage snarl coming from her throat, she welcomed my fingers, roughly shoving her ass back at my hand. I would add that Maggie continued eating Leslie's twat; for the loud sucking sounds coming from. Champagne and beer was flowing like water. The White House press pool was tying up all the communication lines assigned to them on Air Force One. All of them wanted the first interview.There was an energy all over Air Force One; I could just feel it in the air.When I stepped off Air Force One there was a crowd of Air Force personnel. I didn’t know that many people worked this part of the base at night. They didn’t; it was everybody that that had access to Andrews. Someone had ordered that the. She mashed my face into her cleavage as I raised first one foot than the other in order to get the panties off. I suddenly felt a strong urge to just keep my face imbedded in those lush pillows, maybe forever. Once the panties were off, Marge held me out by my shoulders, almost inspecting me. "We do have our little secrets," she said as she brushed a lock of my hair back. I handed the silky underwear back to her and she swept it from my fingers and turned to go."Ta," she looked at me again in.