The Weems' had thoughtfully provided a table for the guests to deposit their bags, sort of a nudist coat check. We made small talk for a few minutes w...ith the other guests. It turned out that Beth and Alian's targets weren't there yet, so they got to gawk at the inside of the house while Andres and I got to work.Holding hands, we walked outside to the back patio. Quint was grilling hot dogs, and a buffet had been set up with sodas, chips, dips, and salads. I surreptitiously tapped my earring,. That stupid bitch Montez never got around to picking a Veep, probably because she was busy screwing her cabinet officers, he supposed. Silly slut, even if she was from his own party! She was a fake Latina, anyway ... everything was fake as fuck about her. She even took credit for liberating Tibet when Selina Meyer did that.“So ... do I get to keep my Chief of Staff post?” Candi Caruso wondered aloud, when they were alone in the Oval Office after a brief Inaugural Address.“Sure, I’m gonna really. The Irishmen looked at each other. "Wha're you saying, man?" asked Sean O'Malley looking mystified. "The poor man fell. Mab'be 'tis his shirt. He probably bled on it after he 'it his head." Don't think it would 'ave fit Benjamin," said the first mate, holding the shirt by its torn collar. He dropped it back on the locker "Now," he said, picking up the shoe Elizabeth had brought up from the hold, "there's this here boot. And whose is it, I asks?"Silence from the three and some quiet talk among. With the shirt off I finally saw what I'd been fantasizing about for a long time. By now my pussy was soaked with my juices, and my clit was needing some attention. I took Angel's right breast in my hand in slid my tongue along her nipple. She shivered and smiled. I sucked on her nipple and heard the soft moans escape from her lips. I slipped her shorts off, and rubbed her pussy through her underwear. I kissed his breasts and moved down to her stomache, each kiss letting moans escape from her..