Fir maine uska blouse nikala or peticot nikala or apne kapde utaare. Ab maine usse bed pe seedha litaya or uske ek ek ang choomne chaatne laga, fir us...ke dono boobs ko pakad ke dabaya or boobs ke bich me apni jeebh daalke chatne laga. Usse bahut maza aa rahaa tha aisa karne se. Ab maine dheere dheere niche uski penty pe gayaa or uski choot pe penty ke upar se hi kiss kiya, fir uski penty nikaal diya or choot me jeebh daalke chatne laga. Wo bilkul machal gayi or mera sir apne hath se apne choot. "You do?"Laura nodded. "I can't help myself."Now Charise beamed in that angelic little-girl smile of hers. "You can lick it all you want."Laura bent forward and kissed her shoulder, running her lips all over it, then slowly in the direction of her neck. She stopped at the bra strap."This is in the way."Charise enjoyed being seduced for a second time. "Want me to take it off?" she asked, coquettishly."Let me take it off." Okay."Charise turned her back slightly toward Laura so that Laura could. Everyone was standing looking at him, “Vid, sit to the right of me.” John suggested still leaning on Jenny.“We will!” Vid said. There was his wife Maya, his son with a friend then Demetri and Sally then 200 of his men and women.To John’s left was Jenny then his family and friends and his 200 Minutemen and women. There also were thousands of others in dark purple sweatshirts and pants.A man approached John and Jenny, “Hello Mr. President and First Lady, I am Petri with the Montreal Chapter of. Now that was a clear double entendre if I ever heard one. I took a moment to frame my reply. Should I be coy or forward? Is he just toying with a mild flirtation to keep him feeling young, what with his sexless wife right downstairs, or was he actually starting to hit on me?"Wait until you see the real me." I ventured."Right now?" he said. Well, that was clear enough, but still..."Henrietta will hear us." Let's see a sample."Damn, this guy was a tough negotiator. But I knew I could handle him..