I climb the ramp to Air Force One, barely able to remember to acknowledge the people lined along the red carpet between Marine One and the stairs. She...s inside. I get so sick of hearing "Hail to the Chief" when I need her so badly. I'm so glad that frigid wife of mine, FLOTUS, decided not to accompany me on this trip. The bitch took her damned time before she made her decision and made it a tougher op to get my true love, I guess I should call her MOTPOTUS, Mistress Of The President Of The. De Villefort was a powerful protector; to his enemies, he was a silent, but bitter opponent; for those who were neither the one nor the other, he was a statue of the law-made man. He had a haughty bearing, a look either steady and impenetrable or insolently piercing and inquisitorial. Four successive revolutions had built and cemented the pedestal upon which his fortune was based. M. de Villefort had the reputation of being the least curious and the least wearisome man in France. He gave a ball. The boy gasped from sheer excitement that came with every hard cock that spread its way down into Brian's throat. It just felt so damned good having that big, hard cock easing down into the softness of his cunt-throat. Then, he felt the vibrations of internal orgasm--not genital, but internal. Sig was on top of him like how he got on top of his mother. His stiff prick was going into Brian's throat just like Sig penetrated his mother. And Brian was laying where his mother lay before him. He was. I don't know how long Ann kept this up for, but eventually she stopped thrusting with the dildo buried all the way in Janice's throat, one of her hands went to her waist and pumped the bulb, with the dildo buried as it was in my wife's throat there was no visible sign of what the effect on her actions might be. Then I heard Janice's breathing become even more laboured, my eyes went wide when I saw her neck seemingly begin to swell, I looked aghast at Janice as it hit me that her actions with.