Most of you guys dropped to your knees the second we made Obama our King.’ I leaned down and spit directly onto his face. He didn’t even move and ...nch. He was still devastated by his father’s death. ‘Listen, bitch. You have to understand that we’re just trying to do what is best for mankind. Your father could never compete with someone like me. I’ll guarantee that I’m bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter…not to mention his little pencil dick doesn’t even compare to my black anaconda.’ I. I asked her if she was going to make his day and she just giggled and said "I don't mind if you don't" I told her it would be wrong to spurn such an opportunity. she called me a dirty sod but agreed it would nice to give the man something to remember.She leant over and picked up her drink from the floor knowing full well that this would cause her wrap to come open and expose her right breast which she didn't bother to cover when she sat back up.She then drew her knees up and rested the book on. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes – how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes – how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes! Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred. The second fuck started with her getting up on her hands and knees, spreading her legs and beginning to suck me, face on my cock and her bum up in the air. I moved her thighs even wider apart so that I could get the flat of my hand on to her cunt and so that I could see her rings dangling down between her legs. I guessed she wanted to be seen like that and wanted to squirt too.This was confirmed when she told me to push a finger inside her. She contracted straight away which is a sure sign of.