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made her feel the heat deep down to the inner folds of her vagina.   And when his hand moved around and further down, to that vagina, and began to finger her, to massage her clit and then her innermost womanhood, she almost collapsed against him.   They were waist high in water, on a private beach with beautiful waves encapsulating them, the Secret Service detail at a good distance away and no one else around them, and it was remarkable to Gina.   They’d been through so much, with so many battles waged against them, that now it was pure heavenly.    The vacation to end all vacations.  
    And their son Little Walt had made the trip with them; Dutch’s daughter Jade with her new hubby Christian had also come along; her best friend LaLa King and Dutch’s best friend Crader McKenzie, all were there.   And Gina was, once and for all, just happy.  
    Dutch was happy too, but his gaiety, at this moment, was quickly turning into pure lust.   He wanted Gina.   Wanted her in the worst way.   He began to push harder into her, massaging her until his fingers were soaked in her wetness.  
    But he knew he couldn’t possibly make love to her here, in the wide open, where Secret Service agents and prying eyes from the main house could easily detect something amiss.   Because he knew, if his manhood entered her womanhood, there would be no way for him to finesse his movements.   He would be banging the shit out of her in broad daylight, for all to see.   And nobody, especially not him, was going to cheapen his wife that way.
    Despite the pain it caused his engorged penis, he slipped his hand out of her bikini, and pulled back.  
    Tonight, on the last night of their vacation, he would finish what he had just started.   But not here.   Not now.
    Gina, at first, was surprised when he pulled back.   She knew his sexual appetite for her was a ferocious one, especially when he had gone so far as to have his fingers inside of her.   Pulling back, for a man like Dutch, took a lot of self-control and courage.   And she loved him even more for doing so.   But she also knew how to have fun with it.  
    “You are such a coward,” she said with a smile.
    Dutch looked at her, realized she was having fun at his expense, and then smiled too.   “I’ll show you what kind of coward I am,” he said as he slapped her behind as hard as he could and moved toward her, causing her to take off swimming again with that laughter that filled his heart.   And he took off swimming after her, careful not to overtake her.   He felt like a kid.   Like the most popular guy in high school who had wrangled himself the most popular girl.   And although he still had so much on his plate that he had to get back to, he had never felt more carefree, more joyous, more blessed than he did, with his wife, right here and right now.
     
    Loretta “LaLa” King was seated at the large window inside the main house when she saw Dutch throw Gina into the water.   She nearly jumped from her chair when she saw it, causing Little Walt, who was in her arms, his big hazel eyes as wide as quarters, to jump too.   Crader McKenzie was standing at the same window talking on the cell phone, but his mind was more on his conversation than on what Dutch was doing to Gina.   Yet LaLa was mesmerized by it.   She even glanced at Crader, to see if he saw it too, but Crader was too busy on the phone yelling at one of his staffers.  
    LaLa looked back at the couple in the water.    She knew Gina had been learning how to swim.   She also knew that the president had spent many of his free hours teaching her in the White House pool.   But Gina kept saying she wasn’t quite ready yet; that she still had those butterflies in the pit of her stomach whenever she was around a large body of water.   Yet the president just tossed her in as if she was a long-time pro.  
    It wasn’t until Gina resurfaced and began swimming, with the president in close pursuit, did LaLa