Again unknown to me at the time but that moment signified a change in her attitude. Fortunately she didn't give me time to answer, not that my brain c...uld have found a suitable one. 'Anyway, enough of this banter, we've work to do.'That put me in my place so I shut up and waited to be told what to do.'I've emptied the wardrobe, ' she said, nodding in the direction of a pile of clothes lying on the bed, 'so let's get that moved first.'We struggled for a good twenty minutes moving the wardrobe. They either had football uniforms or cheerleading costumes on. Each group took separate buses, like some kind of self-imposed segregation. It was almost considered a crime for someone in one group to talk to the other. Well, make that to talk civilly. There were always plenty of sarcastic comments from the other group to our group in general or to specific members. One of the main commenters was my sister Tiffany. And more likely than not, I was the commentee. My name's Trish, but she calls me. “Jennifer!” I called to her.Between moans, she answered, “What?”“I’m going to cum inside you.” I gasped also. It's hard work pushing your dick in such a tight space. “Pinch your tits for me, bitch.”I hugged her thighs to my chest as I continued plowing her. I could feel my sperms getting ready to fire. Jennifer squealed as I buried my throbbing cock inside her one final time… pulsing as my semen squirted inside her. Her pussy convulsed on me again as she screamed for mercy, her orgasm coursing. The press at the gate knew something was different than this morning. They shot right to the fence and started yelling questions. I didn’t even bother to wave as I was hustled into the SUV.The ride home was fast. I watched ZNN for their latest take on things. After I left, the White House had released a statement that the final report on Harrisburg was at 1000. They were building up hype for today’s news run. It was politics as usual in the Washington merry go round.We arrived home without.