P. history, and Mr. Calloway evidently took the advanced part of advanced placement seriously cause the test was a killer. Then Mrs. Connors played li...ghtning round in debate, and it seemed like she wasn't giving us our usual three or four seconds to think about the question. Football had been worse. I couldn't seem to hold onto the damn pigskin. I fumbled five times and completed one pass out of a couple dozen attempts. Another day like this and Coach Vickers would trade me back to the middle. "Beautiful mummy" he said almost in awe, "Are you going to put your suspender belt on?"I smiled at him lovingly, the eagerness in his eyes gave him away,"No"He looked up at me quizzically,"You are darling" and the smile lit up his whole face!I handed him the lacy black suspender belt, deliberately letting it brush over his nylon clad penis, he grinned cheekily and his cock jerked inside the sexy little panties."I've seen Jakki doing this for you mummy" he said craftily,"Yes darling" I said. Just so cute. She'd be cuter naked. Both of you would.”The first lady and her daughter stopped kissing me to strip naked. Wendy pulled up the stretchy sheath dress she wore revealing a strapless bra cupping her large tits and a thong hugging her pussy. She unhooked her bra, her big boobs spilling out. They were lush and delicious, her tan covering them. She stood up and peeled off her panties.The first lady was shaved. Hot.The daughter had to do a bit more unbuttoning, but she had her white. If the President called me to come immediately, then there was a good reason. It was unthinkable to keep him waiting.President Dryden was running behind on the day of our meeting. His appointment secretary stashed me in vacant office near the Vice President’s wing. It was while waiting that Sam Brownbock sent an out assistant to bring me to him.“Mr. Morrison, it is a pleasure to meet you. The President speaks highly of your background and bravery. I’ve never a met person in such a high office.