She had an armful of books, which I took from her and carried into the house. As we were going down the steps into the living room, Nelo let out a cry... and grabbed the calf of her right leg. I set the books down and turned to see what was wrong. Nelo sat on our couch and was rubbing her calf vigorously. "What's wrong?" I asked."I have a cramp and it is killing me." She looked at me and said, "Could you rub it out for me?"I moved down near her feet and grabbed her calf with both hands. I could. Sarah put a little massage cream on her hand and slowly moved towards my dick. Once close she took hold and wrapped her dainty fingers around it about half way up my shaft. Slowly she moved her hand to the base, then all the way to the head before dropping a little faster to the base again. I was in heaven and the sensations told me it would be a quick hand job as her technique was perfect and in a masterful rhythm, she had done this before I was sure! It was less than a minute before I told. Emma was still eating her bestie and I think she just wanted another orgasm which was quick to arrive, Sophie was uncontrollable as she cried out with Emma’s warm tongue working her magic, within seconds it all subsided as we all tried to regain our breath and composure.Emma lifted up in a panic as she looked at the clock, “Damn Uncle Bill, I gotta go” she said as she quickly gathered up her clothes, this time Sophie assisted her while I grabbed a beer. Time was cracking on and after Emma left. We were 10 when they were issued. The passport photos didn’t match our new look.Bill was still President and would be for three more years. Our predicament ... mom killed a president a couple of terms before Bill ... seemed to give Bill no end of joy and, though he’d never met us, he’d interceded on our behalf several ... Okay ... twice ... before. His problem with Monica might make him difficult to reach. What congress wanted was his ass on a rail headed out of town. Bill was a gentleman and a.