It was one of those endearing, childish habits I’d’ve had if I’d’ve had a real childhood. I was a little jealous. ‘The cut-offs and the tank... top I think you can handle. Wear the bra you have on, and -‘ ‘I, err, don’t have a bra. I don’t own any. I never really needed one until … recently.’ ‘All right, tank top a little harder to handle. Cutoffs still okay, but the panties are a bit, well.’ ‘Well?’ I pulled a wisp of a thing from under the shorts. ‘Tiny!’ ‘Skimpy!’ She snatched them back and. When I handed over the written and photographic evidence of the crimes we could prove without breaking a sweat, the Vice President opened each folder, studied each paragraph and photograph, read every margin note, and absorbed it all without comment.Maybe he had seen it all too many times.Maybe he didn’t care what crimes the Minority Leader committed.Maybe... “Let’s consider sending a neutral third party to convince the Minority Leader to step aside,” were his first words since being handed the. He was so patient and took his time, trying not to hurt me anymore than necessary. It did hurt, but I didn’t care. He filled me up and then some. He fucked me all night. When he wasn’t buried in my ass, I was nursing like a baby on his dick. I felt like I had drank a gallon of cum. In fact, it was the first time I had ever sucked a cock. I had imagined how it would be, but had planned not to swallow. After the first time he deposited a load in my mouth, I was hooked. I went home the next. The younger one glances back at us and says "Going down?" We nod our heads yes and pretend to watch the numbers as we descend. With my back to him, fly open, pants buckled, he is still thrust deep inside me. My voluminous skirt hides our indiscretion, but our faces almost give us away. Unable to resist, I gently squeeze my vaginal muscles in a steady rhythm while gently rocking my hips. To our audience, it just looks like I'm fidgeting when I'm really discretely building our pleasure. .