He could be the first dark horse nominee for either party in nearly a century,” Jane McCabe asserted, “what woman in her right mind, especially on... in journalism, doesn’t like to be close to power?”“You know that I’m also fucking Amy Brookheimer, right? And that I’ve fucked Selina Meyer, too. And Brie,” Dan confessed.“Who haven’t you fucked?” Jane laughed wickedly.“President Montez. And Candi Caruso. And Kemi Talbot. Not yet, anyway. And Beth Ryan, but I’m working on that one. Candi’s either. When they're done, they swim away. At the end, it's supposed to be like Bud was dreaming it all or something."Goldie was about to interject another sarcastic comment when Bud announced that they had arrived. He dropped off the girls at the pond and then drove back and forth along the narrow little road while Stevie filmed. After a few passes, he pulled the car off the road and got out, posing in front of bushes for Stevie's camera."How's the water, Goldie?" Bud shouted.Again Goldie's repartee. So, I brought my other hand up and began massaging his balls. This time he moaned. I pushed his cock deeper into my throat as I continued to play with his balls. Lets just say that my father didnt need much convincing after that. I stood up and walked back over to the counter where I sat on it once again. Did you enjoy that? I asked. He nodded. But this is wrong. He said. Daddy, it isnt wrong. I insisted. We just love each other. My father stood up, walking right out of his boxers and pants and. It was a difficult situation.Linda felt that she was walking a tightrope, treading a thin line between gratification and deprival, purity and passion. Was it, after all, better to be chaste--and frustrated? Or to be a tramp--but satisfied.She kept recalling how Tina's sweet lips had dragged up that fat cockstalk and caressed that swollen cock-knob, and how Mike had whimpered and squirmed, and--most exciting of all--how he had squirted his spunk into the girl's eager mouth. Tina had obviously.