Her legs went around my body and her arms pulled me down again. I started pounding her cunt with all the speed and power I could muster.For several mi...utes we fucked with an abandonment that I had never felt before. Finally I could last no longer. I could feel cum building up in my balls and knew it was about over for me. "I am about to cum do I need to pull out?" NO! NO! FUCK ME HARDER!!! Fill me up with all you have! I want to feel it entering my body. OH, this feels so good!"I couldn't help. ~John Quinton, American actor/writerPolitics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other.~Oscar Ameringer, “the Mark Twain of American Socialism.”I offered my opponents a deal: “if they stop telling lies about me, I will stop telling the truth about them”.~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952... A politician is a fellow who will lay down your life for his country.~Texas Guinan. 19th century American. .. go figure. Jodi hugged us both but gave Phil a kiss on the cheek on the way out the door and said to him “Thanks for giving Paul a hand with the pool” Oh did that k** blush... I took a quick glance at his pants and he was standing at attention! When she got out the door I asked him to stay just an extra minute... I smiled at him and asked if he had heard about that weird thing that happened to us this summer... he looked confused... I went on. “Well... Jodi had put out laundry on the. I want to help you out. I –‘ ‘I know you do,’ she continued. ‘You’re a sweet guy. But I want to pay you. And what you really want… what you really need…. I don’t think it’s money. Is it?’ ‘Well…’ he said, not knowing how to answer her now. Christi leaned down and pulled his chair forward till his knees were almost touching the side of her new bed. In a single motion she dropped back onto the bed, raised her legs, and swept her loose sweatpants off. She was wearing simple red boyshorts under.