Dutch and Gina: The Power of Love Read Free

believe me?”
    At first she was still panicky.   She was still computing the fact that he had actually thrown her into the water.   But then, when she realized she was actually floating in that water, with her little feet flapping and her arms wading and her sense that she was completely in control the way she was whenever they were in the White House pool, she felt a relief she didn’t think possible.   It had been a lifelong goal of hers to learn how to swim.   And now, in her thirties, thanks to Dutch’s patient and numerous lessons, she finally accomplished it.  
    But she wasn’t about to let that slick husband of hers know how triumphant she really felt.   Not after the sink-or-swim way he made her achieve that triumph.   “Yeah, I’ve got your swim right here,” she said as she took both hands and scooted water into his face and hair.
    Dutch, surprised by her reaction, shook the water out of his jet-black, slick-backed hair and ran his hand over his easily gorgeous face.   And then he looked at her.   Was she angry with him?   When she grinned that two can play this game grin he knew so well, he smiled and reached for her, to teach her another lesson, but she wasn’t having it.   She started swimming to get away from him, laughing so hard she could hardly accomplish the feat, her small arms cutting through the water like the confident swimmer he knew she could become.  
    He took off too, following her, careful to stay close enough to rescue her if she faltered, but not so close as to overtake her.   Seeing Gina happy and carefree was the highlight of his day.   He wasn’t about to take that away.
    But when she made a U-turn heading back to shore, she slowed, mainly because she was laughing too hard to keep her arms from becoming deadweight on her frame.   But it was just enough for him to make his move.   He overtook her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her to him.   Her tight ass was against his front, his penis rammed against her ass, as he kissed her on her neck.
    “If I hear any more talk about you not being able to swim,” he said, kissing her, “I’m going to personally put you over my knee.   Got it?”
    Gina leaned back against him with a serene smile on her face.   “Got it,” she said.   She was so pleased to be conquering her fear that all she wanted to do was to savor the moment.  
    But as Dutch continued kissing her, and as she could feel his erection expanding against her soaking wet bikini bottom, that serenity became a sensual float.   She took his big arms and wrapped them even tighter around her as their feet floated in unison with the waves.   She was often amazed that a girl like her, from a place like Newark, New Jersey, could be so blessed as to catch the eye of such an extraordinary man like Walter Dutch Harber.   But it was a fact.   She had caught the eye of the President of the United States, a man who treated her as if she were not only his first lady, but the only woman he could ever want.
    And Dutch loved and wanted this woman completely as he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear and ran his Elvis-like lips along the side of her smooth, chocolate face.   He’d had so many women in his day and time, including the most desirable women the world over, but then Gina came along.   When he first looked into her bright brown eyes he saw such compassion there, such honesty and integrity there, that he liked her immediately.   He maybe even knew somehow that she would one day be his life partner.  
    And as he kissed her now, as his penis began to expand to near the release point, pressing into her butt, he still could not fathom anyone more beautiful, more desirable, more moral and upright, strong and loyal, than Regina Lansing-Harber.   His wife.   His life.
    His need for her became so fierce that he reached into her bikini bottom and began massaging her ass.   His flat hand began moving over her round mounds with an expertise that