I decided that Frank, Ben, Troy, Art when he arrived and I would move to the Oval Office for our discussion. That would allow the defense people more ...time to get answers.I rapped the table. ‘‘I have an emergency meeting - I will be back in an hour so you have a little more time to get answers. I will remind you that all discussions, notes and any information disseminated are classified,’’ I said as Troy and I stood to leave.In the Oval Office I asked what intelligence had been collected in the. I gently pinched her nipples and fondled her breasts. Next, my hands were moving between her legs and touching her crotch through her panties. Jane's breathing was becoming more labored and erratic. She was starting to talk dirty like the DVD that was playing on the television."Trent, let's go to the bedroom, NOW. I need to get more comfortable."Immediately, we went to her bedroom. The room must have had twenty candles burning in it. It seemed that she was in a very romantic mood. As Jane laid. Just when she was covering the head of his cock again, she felt something warm splash into her palm. Curiosity drove her to pull her hand away and move her head closer so she could see better. When she was merely and inch away, his cock gave once last spasm and squirted a small thread of something white onto her face, painting the bridge of her nose just below her eyes. "Jon, did you just pee on me?" Tiffany asked loudly. Looking up, she could see slight tears forming in the corners of his. "Don't start, Ma. This is my friend Joe. Joe, this my dear mother whom I do not wish to claim at all times."Before they shook hands she told Craig what a bastard he was. Joe enjoyed their playful bantering, wishing he had that type of relationship with his mother. Craig's mom was a big woman with a beautiful smile. She deeply resembled her son."Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bellingham." Likewise Joe. Come into the kitchen for dinner." Mother, you cooked dinner?" Craig said, surprised."No, the dinner.