The first year was letting America get to know who I was. I did a lot of speech making, attended a lot of fund rasing dinners, and I attended a lot of...conventions. The intent was to get my name known. My wife Joyce supported me 100% on this endeavor, and accompanied me on many of these trips. She also did some campaigning on her own, to some of the various national womans functions. The campaign donations and my initial investment, help to keep the campaign going. I need super pac money to help. WHAT ON EARTH WAS I THINKING!?? I was a 12 year old boy forgoodness sakes!!! Why was I thinking this way?? I was so confused. Time passed by and my mother reminded my sister that she was lookingafter me that evening whilst her and my father went out to the Legion.I had decided, I would stay down stairs with my sister tonight, watchTV, chat, play games, anything other than watch my mother prepareherself for her night out with my father. I sat on the couch, hearingmy mother upstairs singing away. “Please don’t send me back, I’m begging you!” She rapped her fingers around his hand, squeezed tightly. “He can’t find me, there is no telling what he will do if he does.” She whispered as though The Great Wood that surrounded them might hear her. “Who?” Ruby released a loud sob that shook her body. “We were supposed to be getting married and …” She left it at that, her words trailing off into another fit of tears. “I am so sorry.” The young man’s voice broke with emotion. He appeared so gentle. Dont stop fucking me, fuck my filthy whore brains out! Oh god this feels so good! I was deliriously mumbling. The effects of my orgasm were still strong when the guy in my ass twitched and grabbed hold of me by my tits, before blowing his load in my ass. I was delirious in pleasure when they called me several names including cumbucket pig, filthy whore and various kinds of slut. That didnt deter me however, in fact it both spurred and turned me on. I could not have been feeling better when the.