With her legs spread and the dress blowing up around her arms, her hair blowing into her eyes, she made quite the picture, one Cupid was sure he'd see... before but he just couldn't place.She laughed, winking at God and breaking into a chorus of "Happy Birthday, Mr. God," in a wispy little voice that reeked of sex. God waved her out of sight once more. "I know it's wrong," he said to Cupid, "but I just can't seem to stop myself. She's just so cute." He reached out and poured the coffee, adding. " Yes Sir, I suppose it would. I'll go ahead and contact Chicago and update your briefing if needed." Alright, I suppose that's the best we can do right now. Keep me informed and good day." Yes Sir, and thank you, Mr. President."WEDNESDAY 12:40 P. M. CST Safe HouseKnowing that he now had a Green Light for the operation and that The President would stay out of the political playpen, Mark contacted Mike, 'Hey Mike. Got some good news bud.''OK, I could use some about right now.''The President has. She knew who the victim was; she knew who the prime suspect was: after all, his semen – DNA tests had confirmed it – had been seeping out of the victim’s pussy when the body was discovered. But without any indication of cause of death, she couldn't declare this a murder investigation. This was not what she was expecting at all. “OK, OK, Harry. Look, ring me if anything else comes up. We’ve put out a search on the priest: he can’t have got far – but it’s not as if we can charge him, if there’s. Noneof the other passengers were aware of this and the old man, himselfhad a very indifferent and bored look ( while his hands were busy onmy buttocks ). He was now urgently rubbing his hand over the crack ofmy buttocks and then pushing his hand and fingers directly onto myasshole as if to push his hand / finger in. The initial soft caresses of thebeginning were now replaced by heavy and confident squeezing andkneading of my buttocks. I was getting turned on by this intimate act ina public bus..