After a few strokes I wrapped my legs around him and told him to go harder. It felt amazing to have him pushing in and out of me and I couldn’t beli...eve it had taken me that long to do it. After some time he roughly turned me over and with my ass up and head down he took me from behind. This is still my favorite position so far. At this angle he was able to go deeper than ever. I could feel the heat in my body rising and I knew that it wouldn’t be too much longer but I wanted to try one more. Somewhere there was a leak. He hated leaks. Someone was going to get his balls cut off. Finally he spoke. ‘Bill, we can’t have this. It’s an election year. How did that little Adkins bitch get hold of my private email? Someone gave it to her. I don’t know if the leak was in my office or at Fox News. But I want to know. ‘When we hired you, Bill, we told you that we didn’t want any fucking leaks. Get the FBI on it. Get the Secret Service on it. I don’t care if you get NSA on it. But I want to. She lays there on the bonnet of the car allowing me to devour her naked breasts while my own cock begins to harden into raging concrete. I go up kissing and licking her neck until I find her already parted lips. I snake my tongue into her mouth and we are kissing each other.“Yvonne, I want to fuck your brains out,” I tell her as soon as I break the kiss.“Not here.” She says. “Let us get a motel room,” I whisper into her ear and she laughs. “And a condom. I do not wish to be a mother.” A few. Privacy was assured by the original owners.Wearing her familiar western shirt and tight jeans, Joyce sat on the swing as the sun started going down. Her thoughts, as they had been all afternoon, were on this recent development in her life and her childrens' lives. Finally she got out of the swing and walked down the steps. There were bits of paper scattered on the lawn, and she started picking them up. Standing in the doorway of the house, Bobby watched his mother. He loved the way her jeans.