When his spasms finally subsided, she released him with a smug smile."Was it good for you?" she asked teasingly.Instead of replying, Dave reached down... to firmly grab her under her arms. Smiling at her squeals, he pulled her straight up out of the water, setting her dripping wet form on to his lap. His cock had barely softened, and she squirmed her butt cheeks around it in delight."Yes, it was very good," he replied briefly, before pulling her to him for a firm probing kiss. He then sat her on. On the back of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this inscription: “Remus Trump, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889.”So Judy recently e-mailed the President for information about their great, great uncle, Remus.Believe it or not, President Trump’s staff sent this response back.Remus Trump was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business. Her tongue was agile, experienced, limber and long enough to do the job. Not to mention, tireless. She moved it around and around my fat dick head, all the time moving her lips closer and closer to my glans. Her slim little fingers were gripping the base of my cock, her tongue was swirling, her lips were nearing, and from time to time she'd glance up at me, and her eyes would sparkle.Her other hand? She was playing with her breasts, caressing them briefly and spending a lot of time pinching and. Chris smiled and saw her rubbing her back. “Its hard work, isn’t it, you Ok?” He said.“Yes, I’m fine, nothing a long soak in the bath won’t put right.”“You’ll get used to it, its just that its new, you’ll be fine.”Elke walked around the studio, getting the stiffness out of her legs.“No regrets about stripping for the camera?” Chris asked. “Regrets, certainly not. I am enjoying myself, and getting paid for it. No this is something I can do as and when I want to do it. It pays well, no, book me.