He watched the water run down her belly and into her jean shorts, then run down her legs. He could feel his manhood stiffening.Flopping down on the cl...sest hay-bale, “we’re gonna have a long summer if it’s this hot at the end of May, daddy”, Maggie groaned as she lay back on the bale, legs hanging over the end. She could feel her nipples pointing skyward as a breeze blew through the barn. Emmitt’s cock continued to stiffen as he admired his oldest daughter, lying flat on the hay-bale, her perky. Non voters always get the government they deserve. It was just a matter of convincing the undecided voters, they were the ones that mattered.Richard Nixon believed, and this is a massive paraphrasing that you had to court the extreme at first to get your nomination then had to run like hell to the center to get actually elected. A crook he was, but he was damned right about that.Hope offered to be my campaign manager and Faith decided to be my pollster, and generally anything that didn’t. Instead of feeling the familiar sensation of ripping through flesh and bone, all he heard was a loud clang and was thrown to the floor. It would appear that someone did not want that door opened. Groggily, he looked up at the pesky maggot that had denied him his kill. And there she stood. In the resplendent radiance that befit an angel, she pointed the tip of her long blade at his throat. ‘Not another move, demon. Or I will rip your head off, and send it back to Hell on a pike’ she stated. "I don't think it's weird at all. I love the way pantyhose feel. Actually I love the way they look to." This was sink or swim time. With any luck I hadn't over played my hand. She stepped close to mount me once again."So I'm guessing you don't mind feeling my legs around your neck then." and with that she began sliding her skirt up her legs once again. Her nails scrapping gently against nylon as more and more of her thighs were revealed. I strained my eyes to turn them far enough to watch for.