.. say you're my gay bitch.." I demanded. he moaned and drove his head into the cushion of the couch, "I'm your gay bitch.... fuck me I'm your gay bit...h!" I pulled his hand back and pounded him so hard as our bodies clapped together. fucking his ass good before pushing him forward and throwing him onto the couch as he fell forward. I sat next to him on the couch as I slapped his ass. "come on.. ride my cock bitch." he got up, breathing heavy but continuing on. he climbed on top of me as he slid. Not all our Presidents have been able to pull this off. It was an awful thing to say of the man, but it was the primary reason I had maneuvered him into the World Trade Center on 9-11. George W. Bush was clueless on foreign policy. He allowed himself to be led around by people with an agenda and blundered his way into a pair of disastrous wars. Equally awful, and in some ways even more dangerous, his domestic and fiscal policies involved borrowing staggering sums from the Chinese and other. She straddled me and threw off both her shirt and bra. I grabbed each of her breasts squeezing firmly around them. My fingers centred at her nipples that immediately got hard. She had her face in the air and made deep heavy sighs. I let my hand glide up to her face and she starred down at me with an almost wild look in her eyes. She once again kissed me with extreme enthusiasm, this time forcing her tongue in my mouth. I moved my head to her body, kissing and caressing her big belly. She took. “What a host!” There was a long pause. Oscar couldn’t look at me. His eyes were flicking to Thomas, who sat there, motionless. It was as if he was willing himself not to ask, “Who’s the naked black guy in the living room?” “And then you fucked her!” His mouth dropped open, the colour drained from his face. “You took out your little dick and you fucked my sister.” He couldn’t deny it, but nor could he bring himself to admit it either. “Stand up, you fetid little man. Stand up and show us the.