News of my unexpected / expected marriage to Beth Ann was well received. We managed to leak little by little, that I had a love life, and (gasp) slept...with my lovers. Once the media got over their fake outrage upon discovering that the president was heterosexual, single, and liked sex as much as everyone else, the country pretty much yawned and went back to the morning paper.Many commentators couldn't imagine why the public refused to obsess about my sex life, since the media was so obsessed. This turned out to be not that silent when she asked me. “What are you doing over there sir?” she asked in a sassy but playful tone. I laughed a little and said “The thing I do the best.” “And that might be?” she quickly asked. And I answered and stated in my low voice “touching myself.” There was a silence for a short time which broke when she asked. “What are you thinking about?” and I told her “all the things I would do to you babe.” As I thought about what I do to her body I glanced down at. Suddenly, some subtle things are different.My brother and my mother say they are ugly, and that I am handsome. My father and alcohol is mind blowing. Finally, the final scene of the two hugging while watching TV.The last time I saw the two of them being intimate in front of me, I was still a boy. My dad is very conservative, and when it comes to sexual matters, he avoids talking about it. Even a hug between the two was a rare sight, although the two love each other so much.This morning was. She looked resigned but excited, she knew she had asked him to be hard on her, and knew he was itching to be masterful, but now reality struck. He remained sitting, knowing if he stood, he would strike harder and probably cut her skin and that he did not want. The first stroke fell, on the narrow band of belly between her sagging breasts and her pubic hair. It left a red mark and she gave a little cry of pain as it struck. ‘Anal’ growled at him, as if to defend his mistress so he caught up the.