Another pang of regret hit the President. Sex Blakemore swallowed and grinned. His mind drifted to the first time he had fucked Danica. No one noticed how she stared at her dad. The face that had raised her. Tyler Blackmore’s face was her favorite in the whole world. Soon she had slid her other hand down there too, rubbing her clit with one and fingering herself with the other. “Oh hello baby girl” Susan Blakemore, First Lady of the United States, hadn’t expected to see her daughter where she was, standing behind the Resolute Desk with her father looming close behind her. Without thinking, the president slid a finger into that pussy. FIVE DAYS LATER
In contrast to the grandeur of the White House, Olympus was a humble beach home slice of the quiet life on the sand. It was vacation time. “Danica, you’re home?” Susan answered. No one noticed how wet she became whenever they shared the same room. The President sighed. Something about feeling lonely and uncomfortable. And with curlier hair, darker freckles. Danica wanted nothing more than for her father to finish her thoughts. He was surprised to find that it was wet. And he leaned back on the Resolute Desk, arms folded. FOREWORD: Hello readers. Danica lay in-between them like she had used to, as a little girl.
