I drank it in, remembering all those campaign rallies leading up to that wonderful day where I stood proud before on stage with the two other candidates and debated my case to be president of the United States. “Naked, in the bedroom or even out in public, we’re all equal. I can’t believe it! She whipped out a blue binder from her satchel. Amelia McCreery moderated. Christina and Leah would be trying to focus on what I was saying, trying to ignore all the sex. The moment they turned eighteen, you were ready to be their Mrs. “We’ve… Only one women that I knew was in the studio I hadn’t bred, and she was backstage somewhere. I unbuttoned my blouse and bared my tits. Her heat wrapped about me. She craved it. Please, please, breed me!”
“Yes!” I groaned, turning away from Glory to stare down at Gretchen rocking back to me, her skirt thrust up around her waist, her blazer jacket wrinkling.
