In October of my first year as President, Rick informed me that the White House would be ready for occupancy by Christmas. That presented the problem ...of what to do about my family. We wrestled with it for days and days. I was not willing to send them away to keep from 'offending' people who hated me to begin with, and I wasn't going to stand for re-election, unless the Ken thing was still a problem. That meant I needed a real, working, solution.Beth Ann came through with it on the tenth day of. Her grasp upon his rod didn't loosen at all, leaving him with no choice but to follow her. Although, their brief trip gave Paul a chance to watch Marcy's cute butt in motion, which was stimulating, to say the least. When they stood at the side of the disrupted bed, Marcy gently pushed Paul on to the mattress. He looked up at her longingly. By now there was nothing left of him beyond his primal craving for the embrace of her hot pussy. Marcy had broken his will - smothered all his worries about. He will do what he wants - when he wants.I want to look over my shoulder, but think better of it. Hearing his zipper come down, drives me crazy. It won't be long now. One arm circles in front of me, pulling me back to him, holding me in place for the sound fucking about to begin."Open up for me," he entices.He teases me with his entry, never wanting me to know when he will engulf me. His hard tip pries me open just a little and then retreats. He does this over and over until I beg again.. “Don’t do that” she all but growled. “Don’t do what?” He gazed at her, a slightly mocking, challenging gleam in his eye. “Don’t push me away like that” she mumbled, embarrassed. “Really? How about if I do it like this then?” he grabbed her hips, spun her to the wall, pushed her up against it and bit her neck. She tried to grind back against him, wanting to feel him against every inch of her but he turned and walked away, leaving her alone with a hot, insistent tingling between her thighs. They.