" We need to clear your desk, these charts are awfully large." Lets do it," she started to remove pictures and other things that littered her desk. Ge...neral Emerson spread the first chart before her."Madam President, this is just a simple sketch of three orbs circling our planet. The first is the Spotter. What the Spotter does is to look for fault lines on the earth..." What do you mean?" Fault lines like the San Andrea Fault that causes the earth to move." I understand, General, please. He walked to her and wrapped his open arms around her and her hands immediately delved inside the back of his trunks to fondle his firm ass. Their open lips met and their tongues collided in a tenacious mouthfuck. Rod felt his stiffening rod being pushed down by the fabric of his shorts as Marisa pushed them floorward.“I knew this would happen,” Marisa said, in between tongue sucks. “I didn’t know how or when, but I knew…”“Me too,” he said.With a quick rush Rod felt his trunks suddenly fall. There was a tv/gaming setup, a desk for homework, a small kitchenette with a mini fridge and a bed for Charle. If Esme was in that room, Charlie was on that bed… unless of course he was between her legs (which made for some very, distracted zoom classes). With her salary Esme fixed up her dads home as well as save towards her brothers’ college tuition, and that’s not even considering the absolute glow up Ms. Crawford oversaw.“Heels and belts, darling that’s all it is for you.” She’d say, “You. ’ Placing both arms around my neck, leaning forward, her B cup breasts, firm, touched my chest, her eyes still looking deep into me. She finally closed them and gently sucked on my bottom lip. A stroke of her tongue, to part my mouth, then a light touch of my top lip before our tongues met and caressed. We separated and she drew back, another light touch of me. She started to slide around over my body, using her whole self to massage me before; ‘I think it is time for your bath.’ testing the.