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1970s penthouse magazine
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1970s penthouse magazine

Of course I said yes I would do anything to spend more time with her. Turning to me, she asked if I would escort her on the three-block walk. Her campaign manager said that they were going to a bar next door for after dinner drinks, but my beautiful candidate told him that she was tired and would be returning to their hotel. It was the best meal I ever had in a restaurant and I don’t think I even tasted the food. As we ate, her hand returned to my leg and started rubbing, slowly making its way up. No one saw because we were sitting in the corner booth, but she looked at me and smiled knowingly.

1970s penthouse magazine

At the intoxicating smell of her perfume entered my nostrils she put her hand on my leg and squeezed! I had to fight not to jump right out of my pants. The food came and she leaned over me to reach for the salt. She was married, but it didn’t seem that she was too happy about that. I answered and then tentatively asked her questions about a few of her political positions, but it didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about that, so I started asking her about her family.

1970s penthouse magazine

Much to my delight, she chose to sit next to me! She started asking me questions about where I’d grown up and my family back home.

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We’re college guys, we’re always hungry, but I’d have gone without food for a week just to spend more time with my sexy candidate! We all went to a nice restaurant just off of campus there were five of us college guys and three members of her staff plus her. Just as we finished, the last person left and she asked if we were hungry. Once the speech is over, a small group of us stayed behind to take down the stage while she shook hands with people in the crowd. I had to keep my hands in front of my middle least my embarrassment show up on Youtube! When she got up to speak, she even turned and smiled at me! As she spoke, she shifted from foot to foot in her high heels, giving me an eyeful of her voluptuous posterior which was beautifully framed by a red skirt. We went to the rally site and had to sit through several boring introductory speeches, but I didn’t pay any attention I never took my eyes off of her. I blushed, hoping she could not see the physical reaction she had caused in me. "Why, thank you, young man," she purred with her delicious southern accent. Imagine my delight when she took it her warm, moist fingers wrapped around mine and I felt an unmistakable stirring in my lower body. Feeling daring, I opened the door for her and even offered my hand for her as she stepped out. The big day arrived and a small group of us were there to greet her as her car pulled up. You know what I was planning to be looking at, and it wasn’t the cameras! There are several people running for the nomination, but I have to admit that I chose mine because she is smoking hot! Why vote for a boring white guy when you can cast your ballot for a sexy brunette with a dynamite ass? Of course, I volunteered to help set up the stage and I even scored by getting the right to be one of the people standing behind her during the speech. One day, I learned that my candidate for Governor was coming to campus to hold a rally.












1970s penthouse magazine