And then, as if in the throes of some consuming pain, Bob put both of his big hands on her nakedly quivering breasts, squeezing them painfully before lowering his head and planting hot, moist kisses upon the twin mounds, all the while murmuring like a madman, "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, God, baby… Oh, Jesus! I'm going to cum, honey. I can't help it!"

She felt his hotly throbbing penis begin to jerk out of control against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the innocent folds of her pussy – another, and another, a whole series of eruptions that flooded her cuntal area and thighs with sticky semen that flowed down to pool on the car seat beneath her. Bob had been mewling and convulsively, twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out on his wildly ejaculating cock onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him off of her…

Well that had been the beginning, she thought, as she now lay on the squelching, gurgling water bed, staring the famous Senator from Minnesota in the eye on the television set. What would you think, dear Senator, she silently asked the gesticulating man on the screen, if you knew I was laying her on my bed ready to play with myself? The thought was lewd, indecent and just too enticing to resist! Would you like to watch me? she thought as she flipped over on her back and let her hands roam over the hillocks of her curvaceous and golden tan body, the sixty-odd year old face in front of her transforming into that of her twenty-five year old lover now back in the Senator's home state of Minnesota. With a twinge of delightful irony, Rhonda found herself filled with the same kind of tingling arousal she had felt on that night with Bob. And oh, how varied and wonderful had their sex life become since that virginal night! If you only knew, Mamma…