George Bush had blasted the Clintons during the campaign in 2000 for renting out the Lincoln Bedroom and promised to never do so himself. I never real...y believed he wouldn’t, but he hadn’t been President long enough to get into too much trouble with that. I had put a stop to the nonsense during my time in office. I’m not saying I didn’t have family stay there, and a few friends as well, but I never charged, and I never had a waiting list and reservations like the Clintons did. When asked, I. I assume Emma wouldn't read her own fanmail. That would take way too long. So whoever read it would be compelled to show her and have her listen. It was a small chance but it was all I had. In addition to the tone, I gave a second tone, just for Emma to listen to. In it, I ordered her to contact my cellphone and ask for orders. I figure if she did I could take it from there.I sent the email. If it worked, at some point I'd get a call from the beautiful Emma Watson. If not, I'd probably just get. I didn’t know how to gage the width of the valley but the mountains in distance seemed massive. Even in late summer these mountain tops were still snow covered. There was a part of me that was relieved; this new life was exciting and was challenging every fiber of my being and that was something I relished. The other part of me was anxious and intimidated by the meaning behind it; as exciting and challenging in a good way this was, was this forever? Was I to never again have human. (did I mention that I like girlies with hellafat pussies?)How did I miss that! Dude! I can see right in her! It's gonna be like ringing a dinner bell... CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! "Come n' Gittit'!!!" I yell... then I place my dick in her.With the fight over (mostly), we start fucking. I have both her wrists crossed at the small of her back now, gripped firmly in one hand. A fistful of back fat in the other steadies me as I slam into her, watching her ass wobble with each thrust. (I really do like.