But it was a good fear, the type that had me ready for anything. She panted, struggling to catch her breath. “Come on, let’s meet the woman who put on this rally.”
“Oh?” I asked, slipping past my daughter Lola and her fiancee, Jen. I fell to my knees behind her. My head moved, staring out at the crowd while my dick exulted in being in untouched cunt. My crotch smacked into her rump. I dipped into her butt-crack. Her breasts looked larger, filled out by her pregnancy. “Oh, I see, Mom. It was the best thing in the world. I stroked the girl’s belly and back as I nursed at her nub. I drew back again, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “Okay, we have the band warming up the crowd,” Leah said, guitar music coming from stage. It would be incredible. Scarlett and I would then kiss, sharing the spicy cream, reveling in this taboo passion before the thousands of fans feeling the seats. Leah, my press secretary, came up. The crowd loved it.
