POTUS: Something more than making whores out of the women who work for me.Agent Canin: What you fail to understand, Mr. President, is exactly how dang...rous Zakai is. I wouldn't have survived if I allowed myself an opinion about him, Sir. I won't survive.General Coates: I don't believe there's nothing we can do about it.Agent Michaels: What you don't believe is that Tavi Smith survived multiple direct hits from the most powerful non-nuclear ordinance available in the world.General Coates: That's. I wasted no time; I just snatched his rod and guided it to my slit."Holy shit, I'm riding my son now," I cheered, placing my hands on his stomach. "My tits are flopping around, and I already feel his dick vibrating too." I can see that, Mom," Pete chuckled, grabbing my thighs."Get up here and kiss me, Pete."He followed my order and did just that. My hooters clashed with his chest yet again, and the chemistry showed too. Neither of us stopped moving, but our lips stayed together, and we caressed. It had been under the rule of a certain gentleman whose name I do not mention here because he has some rather famous descendant back in my previous time. I refer to the time of my previous life as Mable Mahoney, all around wise ass and victim of death under suspicious circumstances. I mean the entire fucking nineteenth floor of the hotel in Manhattan was obliterated in a puff of dust. I would certainly say that warranted the label of "suspicious".I had enough funds to order a carriage and. I looked around for the loo roll to clean up and now clumsily bumped against the laundry basket by the side of the toilet knocking off the lid. After 3 glasses of wine I become a bit of a klutz but also mischievous and horny and I couldn’t resist a peak inside. Some of Oona’s underwear was on view, it was a cute floral patterned bra and I immediately knew that this girl was covering up some serious boobs, checking the label it was a very voluptuous 32DD and I couldn’t wait to tell Olly the self.