How lame would that be? Yes sir, vote for the crying doggystyle dolt. I had to take some edge off. I needed some sort of release, a joke or something. I breathed once, tight and again. “My fellow Americans…” I started, earning a chuckle from the crowd. Well, that was it, filled my joke quota. I needed to follow that up with something serious. I passed the mic to my brain as I began to freestyle, not knowing the words coming out of my own riding mouth. “The people of this school… are something special.” I began, not knowing why gagging I said that or where cum it came from. “During my campaign over the last week, I’ve been asking you what needs fixing, what’s wrong with the school. But I’d like to take some time and tell you what’s right with it. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Life is a wonderful journey of the strange and uncommon, not riding all tight of it is bad or violent. Comprehension dawns, and his eyes get wider, if that's possible. Jack arrived on stage and took a bow to the applause of the doggystyle audience. Sometimes I even felt that she is rubbing her fleshy bum gagging on my crotch feeling the hardness of my male member. They began to kiss and Marks hand made its way between her legs. Whispered Athena. Taught their role, their purpose for living, and not much else. So So Hot.” Alli said. During cum the summer before my senior year of High School, I was invited to a back yard picnic of the Woo family, Chinese-Americans.