S. Representative Chelsea ClintonChelsea Clinton sits behind her desk; her mother Hillary is in theleather armchair. Two-year-old Bill Mezvinsky plays...in a spaciousplaypen in the corner of the room.The phone rings; Representative Clinton picks it up."Oh my God. You are kidding. You have got to be kidding. Right now? OK.Thanks." Chelsea? What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost." Maybe I have. Romney was pronounced dead from a stroke thirty-fiveminutes ago. Bachmann's on her way over. You don't want to get involved you have money and therefore are a target for lawsuits. That's why people like you contract with people like me. I ain't got shit." Then I'll sit up here with my cell phone to call the Sheriff, if it all goes to shit." I said."Hey you can do me a favor, if you aren't busy after you serve you stop the shitting in our porta-potty notice," I said."Oh what is that?' he asked."I bet you know everyplace around here. I was going to call a Realtor in the morning, but. His hands clamped on her gyrating hips as the hot jizzgushed through his cock-shaft and spurted from his pisser. "I'm cuming!" he shouted. "I'm cuming, Judy! Aghhhhh!" "Yessssss, Daddy!" she shrieked, her body bucking andchurning on her father's squirting cock. "I love it. Your cum isfillin' my pussy!" She twisted her hips and lunged forward,grinding her clit into his powerful body. "Ooooo! Keep cumin'!" Dolores was in awe. Seeing her young daughter creaming wasdriving her. The surgeon said he has a five percent chance of making it. They say they've never seen anyone with a hematoma of that size." She sobbed again."He was on the floor of that store for two hours, just bleeding into his brain. They say it would have been much better if he had gotten into surgery right away, but now..." He's got a hard head," Will assured his sister-in-law. "He'll probably outlive the rest of us. He's just using a quarter of that brain anyway," he added, and Christa chuckled despite.