I kiss him again as my hands work his belt buckle.“Jesus, Katie are you sure?” he mumbles against my mouth as I begin to work on the button of his... pants. I can tell by the way his fingers are tangled in my hair, the sharpness of his breath, that sure or not, he’s willing. “I’ll be quick,” I whisper and bite hard into his bottom lip, before sinking to my knees in front of him.As I coax his cock free of his jeans several books on a shelf above us shift.“Shit,” Josh says quietly, trying to pull. The girl was straddling Joan’s face now, leaning against the wall above Joan’s head. She bent her knees slightly, squatting into Joan’s face. Her ass twisted and writhed as her cunt pressed into Joan’s sucking mouth. Joan ran her hands up and down the backs of the girl’s thighs, over her ass checks, felt the heat in the ass crack. Her own hips writhed aster legs scissored open and closed. The excitement boiling through Joan was intense, almost unbearable,? She ran the flat surface of her tongue. Fortunately, my hotel room was close and we made it inside quickly and without being accosted by the police for indecency. We threw our arms around each other and kissed hotly for some time, standing just beside the bed. I was lost. I had never been kissed so passionately or so thoroughly by the few young girls I'd been with. I got into it and returned as best I could, reveling in the sensations going through my body.She was frantic to get my clothes off, pulling my shirt over my head and. "Do you understand what that means?" The president is inside?" someone else asked."No," Cynthia replied. "However, several people with close ties to our government are inside."Brock found himself chuckling. He figured Zoe and the other police officers were tied to the government as was Melanie and her guests. Hell, he thought, Randi had done a concert for the First Daughters. She should fall into that category. Everyone paid taxes. It was a good line."The guest list for this private party.