I slide my hand into your bikini bottoms and start gently rubbing your wet lips, feeling you tremble. I smirk as you jerk in my arms from the feelings...as I pinch your hard clit, sending shock waves through your body. You shove your hand into my swim-suit, grasping my rock-hard shaft and pumping your hand up and down the silky skin, the muscle underneath as hard as stone. Unable to take the teasing any longer, I practically rip my swim-suit open to release my throbbing cock. Free in the hot. .. your head and mouth moving up and down the length of my cock sending my body into sensory overload. I can feel my body begin to tighten and I am about ready to cum but you sense it too and stop... both of us breathing heavy on the verge of collapse."It's not you who is going to be doing the fucking today," you say, straddling my body, still in your boots and fishnet stockings. You slowly move your body up so you are sitting on my chest while you slowly begin to stroke your pussy just inches. "I know you been dying to do this," she whispered.Laura could feel the smooth muscles of Dawn's stomach imperceptibly rippling under the skin of her palm, as if in response to her touch. Dawn was excited too, she realized. She's as excited as I am. I don't know how we can possibly wait until the Gibsons leave. If they do.Their faces moved closer, so that Dawn's sweet, natural fragrance filled Laura's nostrils, and Dawn's sensual lips were only an inch or so from hers."How long has it been since. "Mr. Vice President. We need to talk..." Ken Stanton was tall. I looked up to him, and I was a little over six-feet. He was also the owner of an excellent spine. His back was as straight as Oliver North's when he addressed Congress, all those years ago.And talk we did...Sensing my discomfort, the Secretary got right to it. "Everything is buttoned down on the Cutler thing. Because we made no attempt to get the news feeds to take the story, they thought we were trying to keep it a secret. Since.