It *is* a dream, because such turns of moods only happen in dreams, but I don’t care. Your hand comes up to entwine in my hair, as my hands slide up...your back to tangle in yours.You uncoil. You’ve been curled up on my lap, making yourself small. Now, without breaking the kiss you swing yourself around, until your back is against my chest. Your legs fall to either side of mine as I sit. We are wearing robes now. White terry-cloth. My hands ride over you as you rotate, and you arch as I let them. He was the closest thing they ever got to having a real black man as President of the U.S.He played the sax.He smoked weed.He had his way with ugly white women.Even now? Look at him ... His wife works, and he doesn’t! And, he gets a check from the government every month.Campbell Corporation announced today that they will be stocking America’s shelves this week with “Clinton Soup,” it consists primarily of a weenie in hot water.Chrysler Corporation is adding a new car to its line up to honor. And she, his teenage daughter, was sitting in his chair watching this trash, rubbing herself between her legs under her tiny, slutty little skirt."What the fuck are you watching?!" he screamed after she ignored his presence.The little brat had responded slowly, bringing her large pretty eyes around to stare up at him. She didn't discontinue her masturbation when she said, "Uhm, isn't it obvious?"That made him fly into a rage. After marching over to the entertainment system he tore the DVD out. Sheree the girl I had fucked two days before was on her back with her legs in the air with one of the male teachers licking furiously at her pussy and she was making all kinds of noise. Some of the boys were happy to watch while the girl under the table sucked, Miss Stone was on all fours and her favourite (Peter) was driving his good sized shlong into here eager pussy. Two naked girls pushed me onto the table, one pulling my pants down while the other straddled me pushing her pussy onto my.