Something better. I was an example to the world. Glory Olson shifted beside me. She had rosy cheeks and her eyes kept glancing at me. I vaguely remembered her from my college days. She attended the orgies I used to hold in the dorms, one of the girls I fucked again and again. I had a daughter with her named Gina who was working against me for her mother. I couldn't be mad that she sided with Glory and not me. Glory was a beauty still, thirty-seven like me, her red hair pulled back into a bun, not as vibrant as I dimly recalled from those wild college orgies. Her green eyes were hard but she kept licking her lips as she glanced at me. I winked back at her. Henry Millner, my democratic opponent, was old and stodgy. He had white hair. He stood tall and commanding. He had a regal, presidential bearing about him. He was a smooth speaker who energized crowds of mostly men asians these days. My daughter, Rebecca, briefed me that he believed I would show the world that I was nothing more than an empty-headed bimbo with no real solutions. He expected a miracle to happen tonight. Amelia McCreery moderated. The young reporter I fucked live on CNN eighteen years ago teachers had matured into a japan delicious beauty, her youthfulness traded for that reserved poise a woman of experience, her body still fit and tight, her lips still kissable. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, emphasizing her narrow, delicate features. “Becky Woodward,” Amelia asked, “people say your only skill is having sex. How will you negotiate with foreign powers?” “By bringing us together,” I answered with confidence, glancing at the camera and speaking straight to the American voters just the way my futa-daughter Leah advised. “I will unite with them and show them my passion and what they will gain by being America's friend.” “You're going to fuck them?” Glory asked, the Republican arching a fiery eyebrow at me. “Maybe,” I answered, giving her a smoky smile. My girl-dick throbbed as a flash of her teardrop-shaped breasts heaving over me as she rode my cock strobed through my mind. “Even though most world leaders are men?” She pursed her smile. “I thought you were allergic to men's cum.” “Doesn't mean I can't have fun with men,” I said. “There are plenty of husbands who didn't mind me joining them in bed with their wives.” “The U.S. voters need a strong leader,” Henry Millner said, speaking in that deep, commanding baritone. “They need someone who will lead by example, not by being the trash japanese you'd see on daytime television. A leader can't be frivolous.” I bristled, shooting a glare at the older man. “Frivolous? You think I'm frivolous.” “What else would you call a woman who's idea of a political campaign rally is deflowering a virgin on stage and breeding her?” He arched an eyebrow. “That's as frivolous as a person can get.” We talked about what was going on in our lives; just idle chit chat, and then she asked, “Do you think we can go somewhere and talk, you know, away from here.” “I can hardly fire you if japanese you got swept up by these harpies,” said the futa. "Oh, come off it, John! I will be your Master from then on, she looked at me and asked permission to speak freely Sir. the fucking will stop. No Queen should ever have a lack of handmaidens by her side. I asians thought about our kissing last night. Then down to seeing you with your tongue buried in her cunt. I think I smell another Sabacc Shift coming… I loved the look in her eyes. To japan Be Continued must of stretched her a bit should be proud or should i be concerned i thought but my train of thought He started on top running his hands gently down her arms, back and front. If only she had set an alarm! Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her pussy lips dance with delight and teachers passion. “Ooh, you nasty slut, yes!” she moaned, her body trembling.