Harry & BessHarry Truman was a different kind of President. He probably made as many, or more important decisions in relation to the history of the Un...ted States of America, as any of the other 42 Presidents preceding him. However, a measure of his greatness may rest on what he did after he left the White House.The only asset he had when he died was the house he lived in, which was in Independence, Missouri. His wife had inherited the house from her mother and father and other than their years. My fingers sank into her. I was still for a moment as I took in the sensation of her wetness.I took removed my fingers and guided the head of my shaft to her, resting the head against her outer lips. As she pushed back against me, I entered her.It was the first time she had experienced another man, apart from Dylan inside her body.Alice and I pumped each other until I reached the point where my physical needs took over from self-control and I was taken by a tidal wave of pleasure, my body. He dragged me to his room and threw me on the bed. I was on my back and my head was leaning off the bed. He reinserted his dick into my throat. This time, I barely gagged at all. His low hanging balls hit me in the face as he pounded my throat.“Bend over” he hissed.“I don’t want to..” I replied through tears, catching my breath.He picked me up and turned me over. Then he tried to stuff his bulging cock into my tight little boy hole. As he did, I yelped and cried. “Too big” he said, defeated.. Oh god, it felt good to wash. Then I heard the doorbell again. “Awwh” I said to myself. So I hurriedly put on a bath robe, and went to answer the door. It was the delivery guy, he laughed and I followed. “Sorry, I forgot my clip board.” He said. I looked around and saw it by the door, he must have left it when he filled out his card to leave the neighbours. I bent down to retrieve it, and as I turn around my robe untied its self. “Oops, sorry.” I quickly embarrassingly said, while he stared at.