The President or wives never did clothes, or cleaning.The senior agent was flabbergasted when he came in and we were already eating. Oh my, there were... plates of food on the table. Had an agent watched it being prepared? Was there an official food taster to see if it had been poisoned? Had the kitchen been inspected by the health department?I wondered why none of this mattered when I was VP? It was my food and my kitchen and it had not killed me yet. I could see there were going to be more. I pulled out and groped her tittes around my writhing cock, her pussy juice lubed my cock as I got a boobjob from my heavenly half-conscious 1st cousin. I jittered and shook as I felt my balls tighten. I humped on my cousins fat boobies until I felt the pressure come, I tensed every part of my being, mind, body and soul, as I prepared to unload that monstrous load onto my sleeping cousins face, those glasses were perfect I thought as I felt on my cousins nipples while fucking her sweet hole,. No no no say it ain't so, please be a bad joke." "Sorry dad, but it's me Mikey well Meka now". My father slams the door in my face. What should I have expected. The door opens back up and mom is standing there in tears. "Come in". I go inside and sit in the living room. I think to myself, "I probably shouldn't have worn a leather mini skirt and heels for their first time". "What did you do to yourself boy?" asks my furious dad. "Why you come home after nearly three years looking like this?". Then he removed his pants and underwear. And his big boss was ready to play. It was tight and erect. I sighed and looked at the river. But the next moment he came in between my legs and he put his penis on the door of my pussy. He picked my buttocks up by both his hands.He pulled my buttocks down and gave a powerful helicopter shot and inserted it fully into my thirsty vagina. I screamed, “No.” But he didn’t stop. He gave me such 4-5 powerful helicopter shots. Now he put his hands on my boobs.