All though my senior year of high school, I'd been dating a girl who was a year younger than me named Becky. She was pretty and I loved being with her...and having her with me but we'd never really been serious or thinking too much about the future. We just enjoyed doing things together and eventually we started to make out and then moved on to her sucking my cock and us fucking together. Becky was very sexy. I hadn't been the first guy to fuck her and I'm not sure who got her cherry, but we both. They get in the back and go at it hot and heavy, she unzips his fly reaches in and pulls out a thick heavy eight inch cock. She wraps her hand around it and drops her head into his lap and swallows as much cock as she could. He grabs her head and proceeds to fuck her mouth. She gave him one the best blow job's he had ever had. Just as she finished red and blue lights are flashing outside the van. Apparently there was a scuffle outside the club and the cops were called. He looks at her and says. “I’m heading down to the Situation Room. Let the First Lady know I might not be around for lunch, please. Thank you.” She acknowledged the request, and I moved out, followed by an agent. I don’t think they are so worried about any danger inside the building, but they always want somebody who knows exactly where I am every second of the day.I went down to the Situation Room and looked around it approvingly. Through most of 2002 and into 2003 the room had undergone a massive overhaul, and now. Ned’s tip bumped a barrier and for a moment he thought she might be a virgin. She retreated to quarter-length and plunged again. Ned’s knob popped through her cervix and he was fully embedded. Portia rolled her hips rubbing his tip against the walls of her womb. She kissed and suckled his erect nipples. The sensations and the notion of this new mode of arousal took away Ned’s control and he sprayed his seed deep in her core. Portia remained on his dwindling rod as she reached over and started.