I promised that I wouldn’t move into the Executive Mansion until they were ready and had moved out. Dignity of the office or not, that would be more...than a little tacky! He promised to sit down with me and talk, commenting that he had done the same with Bill Clinton and George W. Then he asked an interesting question. “Have you talked to your son yet? Where is he stationed?”“He’s at Camp Lejeune. Why?” I answered.“Get him to the Capitol tonight. This is all about theater. Get him there in a. ”Dan did as she suggested, and kissing her cheek, left her alone. She lifted her glass, taking a sip, looking over the rim at the two talking. She placed her hand on her inner thigh and slowly moved it up until she touched her pussy. The two couldn’t believe their eyes as two fingers entered her.The one she liked more stood, tapped his friend on the shoulder, and approached her. “I’ve noticed you seem anxious to dance,” his eyes stayed wide as she continued fingering her pussy. “Can I steal you. Rod is a great guy. He really is. Rod is mellow and down to earth. Nothing much gets to him and that’s probably a good thing. Rod is Christine’s polar opposite in terms of temperament. They have nothing of substance in common. But, Rod has the type of outward appearance Christine goes for and she thinks she’s in love. I don’t know what Rod’s take on the whole love thing is. With Christine doing all the talking he can barely get a word in edgewise. There must be something to it though or he. He told me get to the edge of the bed, get on all fours, and show him my tight virgin ass. Just to be clear I had not done anal play in over a month so I was really tight! He pulled my g-string to the side, licked his finger and shoved it in my ass. He began finger fucking me, he started going faster as he heard me moan. He said, "I can tell you like it bitch by the precum dripping from your small, sissy cock."I replied, "Mmm, yes please fuck me." He pulled my g-string to the side rubbed some.