HILLARY CLINTON: What difference at this point does it make why the chicken crossed the road.DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?COLIN POWELL: Now to the left...of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken.AL GORE: I invented the chicken.JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am. She starts pulling his hair, trying to get more of his face in her pussy. She is trembling with ecstasy. Her pussy is pulsing just like the mare, squirting her juice’s. She keeps arching her pussy upwards. She is so hot, she starts whining and moaning, “oh please Andy put it in, I can’t stand it,” she begs. Andy rises and pulls down his pants reveling his hug cock. Precum had already started dripping from the end of it. Then he slides between her legs, stopping to guide his huge cock to. Cathy moved her mouth to try and get it all, but it was too much for her, she started to gag, and pulled his dick out of her mouth. He continued to come and come. It hit her on her lips, and on her chin and rolled down her face and on to her shirt – and Rick kept coming. She put it back into her mouth and kept pumping until Rick slumped into his chair. We were all just sitting there beating our meat, and Cathy turned to look at us and said “who’s next” while she started to take off her. He was appreciative of the cooperation from his former adversary The Voodoo Queen to continue to furnish his band of blood-suckers with the random souls found wandering after midnight in the French Quarter generally lacking either logic or awareness of their surroundings. His monthly quota of a fresh virgin had been maintained by the followers of Queen Marie in accordance with the accord struck when he drained enough of Lovey's blood to make her his child and an immortal vessel of skin and bone.