In my 'wet-dreams'! Lucky I had a shower to soak me down 'cuz many a morning I woke up with the sheets stuck to my body. I was leaking enough sperm to...populate the entire female population of Glendale. Problem was... I couldn't get the babes to 'tap my copious supply'. My 'wet-dreams' were literally 'fucking fantastic'. In my dreams, all the cute girls were hot for my young ass. I conjured any movie star I wanted, 'Especially Marilyn Monroe and Martha Heyer (oh God, I loved fucking Martha).. “I can’t continue governing under these conditions. Congress won’t even approve my appointments, as qualified as they are. They’re frightened of the money and power Steve and I have amassed. They’ll fight every decision I make. The government will be deadlocked, or I should say will become even more deadlocked.”“But impeaching the most popular president the nation has ever had? That’s so wrong, so stupid! I guess I just answered the question I was about to ask. They really are stupid enough to. She wrapped her legs around his waist, while trying grasp his pistoning cock with her highly sensitized and aroused pussy. It felt as if he was going to rip her vagina away from her pelvis. He jammed his arms behind her knees, pulling them forward so that she was nearly folded in half and exposed as he plunged even deeper into her. His breathing had become labored, his chest slick with sweat. She felt his thrusts linger within her. She begged him to cum inside her, her voice ragged with the. " Thanks mate, now I need to go and get some more sleep to get rid of this damned hangover, my first and hopefully my last."Fred laughed, "It was good to see you enjoying yourself Tony, seems like you enjoyed a little too much." You're not wrong there Fred." I went back to my room and fell into a deep sleep filled with images of Sally and Trish....In the morning Dom was banging on my door, "Come on you lazy bastard you're not in the army now, get your fat arse out of bed, there's work to be.