She was sitting in the rocking chair opposite the mirror the light behind her giving him a perfect view, her legs hooked over the arms so she was spre...d wide, her fingers idly gliding through her slit, she looked so sexy sitting there he could feel himself growing hard. Moving her hands up to her breasts cupping them her pink nipples semi hard her head back as she began to massage them, watching knead that soft pliant flesh made him weak at the knees, his hardness straining against his. This time, you press four fingers against my sex and they slip in with some force. Then the vibrator finds my clit and my body spasms; I bite my lip to catch the groan in my chest before it tumbles out of me. You fuck me slowly with four fingers, stretching my dripping fingers, and rub the vibrator in small lines over my clit. I’m squirming and quickly approaching orgasm, and your fingers are speeding up while the vibrator is slowing and focusing exactly on my clit. I’m gasping, but I manage. The loud horn blaring from behind him jolted him awake from his thoughts at the green light, and the Badmobile leaped forward in a tire burning answer, leaving the horn blaring in the distant past. The stranger turned his thoughts back to the present, and his stomach reminded him of the need to find a steak. Rolling down the long Boulevard, he passed several eating establishments, each one announcing their proposed intention of fine dinning in a gaudy display of neon and fancy schmancy building. " Thank you, Dr. Franklin. I know you did what you could to try to save him, but it was just not meant to be. I appreciate your call." I heard that the other people ahead of you in the line of succession are all dead. This makes you President now, doesn't it?" Yes, I'm afraid it does. I would give almost anything to not be in this position right now, but this is the way it is, and I will have to deal with it the best I can." I don't envy you, Madame President. As unlikely as all of this seemed.