So, we decided to look into what and how we could fulfil this fantasy. For ages nothing happened, we joined sex sites, bought magazines and we just me... brick walls or fakes. Then one day, we were invited to a gay night club in the area, for one of my friend’s birthdays. Evie dressed up as usual, in her sexiest outfit, looking fabulous. Her boobs, nearly hanging out of her top, her beautiful legs encased in lovely thigh length boots. The evening went well, the drinks flowed and we were all. The crowd explode in applause. It felt like the entirety of the United Kingdoms celebrated their prime minister submitting to her desires and enjoying herself. It was amazing. I trembled, drinking in their cries, their ardor.Then I acted.I fell to my knees behind the leader of United Kingdom's parliament, the most powerful politician in the country, and rammed my futa-dick into her. The United States and Great Britain came together in that wonderful moment, united by passion.“President. The doctor wisely explained that some lightheadedness was common after warm baths and that she shouldn’t worry too much about it. He added in a crack about blood flow to male extremities and gave me a wink, leaving me feeling a bit light-headed. Then he changed topics without skipping a beat. A few minutes later, Dominique was dressed and we were making our way out past the overly smiley receptionist, who by the way validated my parking, and back to my Jetta. ‘Where to now, your highness?’ I. Rose. His historical lecture about the Civil War is boring me to death. All of his lectures bore me. Mr. Rose is the type who loves to shove irrelevant information down your throat, when all you want to do is hurry on to the next class. History is a useless class. I dont want to be here. I want to be with… him! Being with him right now is the only thing I want to do. Not only do I crave him out of lust, but also for something else that I cant quite put my finger on. Meanwhile, my mind is.