.." He said, trying to push past me."She doesn't belong to you anymore, I suggest you walk away while you still can." Oh yea, the fuck are you going t... do old man?" He said, squaring up to me.I moved so quick he didn't know what hit him, open hand to the throat, quick strike to the knee, he buckled and fell to his hands and knees gasping for air. I'd hoped it showed him how serious I was but nope, he stood up tried to pull a knife and soon regretted it. He barely had it out of his pocket when. ”“You’re not helping me here, Mister President!” He looked over at Marilyn. “Did you know about this plan?”Marilyn laughed. “Frank, I’ve seen him with a beard and mustache. He had one through most of the Eighties, before he got into politics.”I nodded. “It wasn’t as white. That’s a bit disappointing,” I commented wryly.“When was the last time we had a President with a beard? Lincoln?” asked my Chief of Staff.I gave him a disapproving look. “Frank, really, Grant was after Lincoln. And he had a. Now carrying Christine downstairs, James made sure that his dick was visible in Christine's pussy. Now James went downstairs and in to the living room.Mrs. Wellis was very confused she just couldn't move her body. She tried everything that she could do but maybe it was because she was too tired from work but she just couldn't even move her pussy. She soon just gave up and just lied on the couch. As she was waiting, she began to think of her son's dick. Then she heard footsteps coming. And that last morning when you slipped out of my bed and arms, I wanted to cry so badly. I knew then that you would never make love to me again, in that amazing way that always leaves me weak and quivering inside. But I cherish what we had together, and always will. In my head, in my heart, and in my loins.Never before you had I ever imagined I would have a lover like you. Selfless, thinking only of me most times, and I know willing to fight and even die for me. When those guys hurt you, you.