Maybe I was biased given what May did to me. How she couldn’t take no for an answer. But… was she learning from him? Hell, did I have any place to talk, considering how I struck her? Fuck. I didn’t know. I was taken out of my thoughts by Scott’s booming voice requesting, “Those who want Phil to stay as acting president, please raise your hands now.” My hand shot up. I japanese heard the rustling of clothes as other hands presumably shot up too. A few seconds passed and then Scott declared, “Okay, you can put your hands down. Those who want Phil to no longer serve as your president, please raise your hands now.” I heard more rustling. I almost wanted to ask other people not to do it, to plead Phil’s case or something. I wasn’t too keen on being thrown out just like Nicole, however, so I kept my mouth shut. After a while, Mr. Scott cleared his throat. “Okay, you can put your hands down.” he repeated. All of us lifted our heads, eager to hear the news. All eyes turned to Scott as he cleared his throat again. “By a very slim margin, the majority of you have voted for Phil to leave his position.” Scott informed us, accompanied by sighs and quiet grumbles from the more vocal council members. “Effective as of next meeting, Jeff Swanson will be your acting president, taking on both his interracial and Phil’s duties for the next month. “This is bullshit.” I heard Matt grumble. “Straight out the ass.” Jeff agreed more loudly. “Could someone please go get Phil and Nicole to tell them to come back inside?” Scott asked, clearly ignoring the african remarks from the peanut gallery. “Whoever’s closest to the door will do.” All eyes looked around the room until they came to rest at me. Of fucking course… Mustering strength, I got up from my seat and trudged over to the door, opening it slowly. A giant knot formed in my stomach as I realized for the first time that I was going to have to tell Phil. I needed to look this guy in the eyes and tell him that everything he worked for in high school, whether asian he deserved it or not, was gone. As I closed the door behind me, I found I didn’t have to after all. After seeing Phil wasn’t to my right, I found him to my left, quietly sobbing into Nicole’s shoulder as she hugged him. I had heard him on the breaking point before, but never fully crying. The sound of his crying was absolutely asslick haunting, and I was stuck between being grateful for Nicole’s involvement and curious as to how their interaction went out here. Her head appeared from behind his shoulder. “It’s okay.” she told me darkly. “He knows.” “Shoulders down.” Sensei Sparrow barked at me. “You’re too tense. It won’t do you much good in a fight if your shoulders are up like this.” She hunched her shoulders up in an attempt to make a caricature of me. “Got it?” “Ous.” I responded. Ous. What kind of word was that? A guy loves to kiss his girlfriend hard, which makes his cock get all stiff. To say she looked uncomfortable would be an understatement. Once I finished the melon, I washed off the plate and bent over to put it in the dishwasher, again giving Tom a view of my ass. And coming closer to her and handing her the glass he replied 'I will be always there for you, call me when you need me', he whispered. Oh, I also wanted to apologize for the stuff japanese I said yesterday. I gripped the back of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to push her through the kitchen and up to the stairs but she was difficult to control, bumping into the table and then the interracial door frame as she started to resist. His rocking motions slowly gained distance, as my hands again found a rhythm with his amazing hips…I loved how he worked those hips as he ground his ass on my cock all the way down to my pelvis. It was a good job that it african was dark, but there were still quite a few people about, mainly young people who were still moving from bar to bar. This left her butt at the ideal angle for me to fuck her from behind; so I did. “Leveria wouldn’t do that to her own mother.” He asked gently, one hand on her side for support, the other on the base of her cock, holding it in place as his soft pale cheeks hugged her cherry tip. [So, I finally have you right where I want you!] I affirmed what that could lead to, and she remarked that she asslick was looking forward to that. “I trust you. I said “sure, anything for you”. Mr Smith." Meet me in fifteen minutes.” She was a twenty-two-year-old futa who'd rather play video games and work shitty jobs than get a real career. I didn't remember seeing her looking even mildly pleased in years. I held her face in my hands and touched she cheeks affectionately as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. that blackmailing bastard Randy Williams behind bars where he belongs! I stood in the spray and two thoughts invaded my mind. Whoever did that has at least passed basic training.” I was made arch-matriarch, I was given the kingdom I’d sought, but none of it mattered. He tried his right arm, then his left, but quickly found that he couldn’t move his arms. For now, I’m here as a guest of Becky’s and we’re planning to spend as much time as possible fucking.” She does the same thing and grabs a hold of your hard dick again, moving her hand up and down its length to masturbate you. Malkor laughs all out. asian I said smugly. Violet jolts up in surprise.