I was vigorously licking her pussy juices and gave soft bites on her clitoris. My chithi couldn’t talk over the phone at all. She hung the call imme...diately with some excuse and asked me to come out.Seeing my face, she gave me a wicked smile and said, “I am all yours, da”. I lifted her in my arm and went to the master bedroom and switched on the AC. I removed her clothes in a minute and admired her nude beauty. She asked me what I was looking at? I replied, “You are a damn hot woman, chithi”.She. I saw why she shaved my underarms. They showed.A tug at its bow would make the dress fall open. Even "closed," the skirt was open to mid-thigh, so the whole thing was pretty daring.High-heeled shoes of a salmon color were next. They looked so tiny I didn't think I could get them on, but the sleekness of the stockings allowed my feet to slide in painlessly. I was flabbergasted at how delicate they made my feet. Their constriction was delicious.I almost fell over when I stood up. The heels were. Hell, I even got along with Marc, Chelsea’s husband. I was a registered Democrat for years. I donated lots of money to various friends of Bill and Hillary, such as Kamala Harris, even as late as 2011, at the height of all that ‘birther’ mess, which was completely bogus and I knew it. Kamala took my money and ... slept with me, I might add, even while I was busy attacking the leader of her own party, the President of the United States.“Anyway, I was a Clinton surrogate for years. I supported. She said well one guy did walk up as I was hanging the pump up and tell me I had a nice ass and that he would love to fuck it. What did you do I asked. She said I told him what I always tell the foward guys that make passes at me. I told him I was married. What did he say I asked. She said that he said didn't bother him. Cool I said, well the next time you get hit on , if he's not a creap go ahead and fuck him BUT you have to tell me all about it. She said are you serious? I said yeah, let some.