"Ooooooooh!" Elaine heard Wanda wail again, this time louder than before.

"God!" the blonde said, spinning around, then slamming her drink down hard the counter. She couldn't take it any more. Just a few feet away from her, her best friend was getting off – somehow – on that fat old man, while the hottest stud in Washington was soaping himself of down in a shower, telling her to wait until he was through! The whole thing was ridiculous. She should be the one wailing and screaming the walls down.

Elaine clenched her slender fingers into two tight fists, then walked across the living floor to the bedroom door. Her aching, twitching pussy couldn't wait any longer. Even as she walked, Elaine something trickle down her right thigh. She was leaking hot pussy juice. Her panties were virtually dripping with the hot, sticky stuff while her face was burning with desire and perspiration was running down her forehead.

"Senator?" Elaine said softly as she pushed the door completely open.

"Mmmmm?" she heard him groan in response.

Elaine walked into the darkened room and saw Sam lying in bed with the top-sheet covering the bottom two-thirds of his body. Her face lit up and she turned, slowly closing the door. Bending, the blonde slipped off her heels and walked slowly to the bed. Elaine could feel Sam's eyes rivet themselves on her body taking, in every movement as she moved closer to him.

"Like what you see?" she asked coyly as she stared at his muscular, massively formed arms. Elaine's eyes wandered down to the heavy mound of his cock and balls that pushed up against the white top-sheet. His thick, hairy legs were spread widely apart as if inviting her to kneel down between them.

"What do you like to do?" Sam whispered huskily as Elaine peeled off her clothes, dropping them on the carpet around her. She stood next to the bed, dressed only in her short black lace panties and bra.