I felt sexy and was super turned on. I figured I would just go home and fuck the shit out of my bf, while thinking about Dave grabbing on me.we were a...l pretty buzzed, so I was just blaming it on the booze… Then it happened. Johnny told Dave he could crash on our couch. If only he knew what was going on all night. I instantly started to panic, and got nervous. I mean, I let him grab my ass all night, and now he’s staying with us. Well, Johnny was hammered, and passed out in the Uber on the way. ‘Let’s see what we can do…’ She guided his swollen organ to her sopping quim. Al thrust forward and groaned with delight as his distended wand burrowed into his sister’s quavering grotto. Heat and thrills swept through him. ‘Yes! Oh, Yes!’ Ronni purred, pressing back against him. Pleasure began to ripple through her when her brother’s cock began plunging into her over and over. Al thrust into her forcefully. One thing he liked about this position was that it let him do things with his hands. He. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight.He dropped his head onto my shoulder and a moment later I heard a quiet sniffle.“Hey, sweetie,” I whispered. “What’s the matter?”“Nothin’,” he muttered into my ear. Then he sniffled again.“I don’t believe that for a second,” I said softly. “Nothin’ doesn’t stop you from talking all evening. Why, you’ve hardly said two words since you got home from the park. Did something happen? Come on, tiger, you can tell me.”He was quiet for a moment so I. It was the ultimate in tackiness, and the tackiest part was that there actually existed a printed price list that wound its way into the wrong hands and ended up on the front page of the Washington Post.I don’t want to sound hypocritical about this. Every President has had friends and family stay with them, and the Lincoln Bedroom is certainly the most famous and popular bedroom in the place. George Bush had blasted the Clintons during the campaign in 2000 for renting out the Lincoln Bedroom.