[KontanKarite]

Last night, I was eating dinner with President Obama and his wonderful family in one of the family rooms of the White House. Dinner was good and interaction at the time was lacking but friendly. I'm known to be a shy person and a person of little words.

After dinner, Obama and his family retire to sitting on the couch with me as we made merry over several glasses of wonderful merlot. The flavor was bold and the texture was dry, the way I like it.

A few drinks go by and we're all laughing and I wanted to start discussing Obama's policies on foreign affairs and what he thought we should do with Iran and North Korea. He was a charming and slick talker and I enjoyed more his talking of his wonderful wife and lovely children, all the while he dodged what I wanted to talk about with grace. Family is more important and the world can wait, I suppose. Until he became VERY friendly.

He stretches over and like a loving father to his young son, he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. This struck me as slightly odd and I shifted my weight on the couch in order to maintain a personal space. Despite my efforts, he strengthened his loving embrace and proceeded to fondle my pecks and my inner costal muscles along my side.

He looks over to me with that big, proud, presidential smile and says to me, his grip on my man tit clenching firmer, "Josh, I would love nothing more than to be your SPECIAL uncle!" He began to pat me tenderly on the inner thigh.

MY PRESIDENT IS TOUCHING ME, my mind reeled as my eyes finally bloomed open to the morning Kentucky sun radiating through the blinds.