Not sure now, but prosperous."Anne shook her head, tumbling her long and unruly curls. "Never heard of him." He has asked your father to pay you court...." Who, this Vanmeter person, he wants to marry me?" Her voice broke, squeaked in her throat, and she gritted her teeth, embarrassed.The woman smiled briefly at the girl's discomfort. "Indeed, he might. He is from a very good family. His father is a planter with a slew of mills and his grandfather was a ship builder I believe, down on the. I went to the living room instead, and sat down with my lap top and began (once again) to review the many photographs I'd taken of our time in Kenya; and especially of those times when Omar was with us in our hotel room!I scrolled down to one in particular, that showed my lovely wife with her legs spread far apart as Omar's massive black cock was just entering her pussy. As I stared at this image, I could clearly recall that moment---my heart was beating so hard and so fast; there was that. Jack's cock was hard and needed relief, he lay on the bed thinking about what he had just witnessed, god what a waste, there was a beautiful hot woman and all she got was a five minute wham bam thank you mam, didn't that dick head of a father know that she still wanted it, was gagging for it.She was the kind of woman that wanted to be fucked all night and there was him getting ready to kiss her good night, turn over and go to sleep, oh she needed slow stimulation, she needed at least an orgasm. Newly elected from a state known for its music and horses and coal, he was learning the ropes himself. His appearance didn’t help. Later in life he would be mistaken for a turtle, sort of, but even as a younger man he didn’t make any girl’s heart go pitter-patter.Raptor wasn’t one to be swayed by looks alone. Her contacts with the future minority leader, which admittedly were not very many or very close as the most junior and, in the beginning, unpaid member of his staff, convinced her he had.