I’m glad to see so many lovely faces here today. This is a great day of great anticipation, to which I’d imagine most of you would agree.” Mark paused a moment in expectation of laughter from the congregation, but none came. “As I’m sure you are all aware, an email was sent out this week regarding our future as a congregation. More specifically, this announcement is regarding my future as God’s servant. For the last several years, I have grown increasingly concerned and frustrated with the state of discourse in our great nation. We have lived in divided times at other points in our history, but things seem to be reaching a crescendo as of late. Tribalism has increased. Citizens who disagree are at each other’s throats, both in public and on social media. And how do our elected officials respond to this? They participate fully in these childish displays. “Friends, I have prayed long and hard about these problems, and I believe our great nation is at a crossroads. I believe we as a people have rejected the sound leaders that God would have us elect in favor of whining children who are smart enough to play to our fears and baser instincts. If we are to regain our status as God’s chosen land of freedom and prosperity, we must reject the immaturity of our current leadership in both political parties and, as our forefathers did, provide new guards for our future security. Now, I am not advocating for a revolution, merely a movement to restore sanity and morality in our nation’s government. But every movement must begin with one individual brave enough to lead by example.” The room fell skinny dead asian silent at this. Every last person in tight that sanctuary was on the edge of their seats, wondering exactly where Mark was going with all this. After a dramatic pause, Mark at last spoke the words that would forever change the course of the world. “This is why, effective immediately, I am petite resigning my post at Lewisburg United Methodist and declaring my candidacy for the United States Senate.” This is a Semi-true amateur story. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is true. This is my first story, it was fairly simple to write as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome! My name is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male. I have dark hair and eyes that change color based on my moods. I have been our dog's bitch for many years now. My wife Sara, has been very supportive. She is not into sex with the dog at all. However, she has helped and watched me countless times with our dog Oliver. Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about eighty pounds, he has the most beautiful coat. It's so soft and warm when he is on you or snuggled Hardcore against you. Oliver was trained from about six months on to have sex with me. As long as we are in the bedroom, all he has to do is push at me with his paws and I know what he wants. Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. Amy screamed loudly through her gag as she felt her pussy lips being stretched and clamped by heavy alligator clips. I was so stubborn. When Vallerie awoke, she was actually in a bed. It felt good to rub skin against skin. Now kiss me and head off to bed.” I say. It was exciting to look at amateur and play with. Why, what skinny are you wanting to do?" I had to find a way to give this being delights, to win her to my cause and convince her to forgive Aingeal. It was much bigger than Tammy’s, and it was like it was begging to be sucked and licked. The pain must be horrible but she was silent, did not move. She caressed me, stroked me. She brushed up to my clit, making me jump. Her hand tight grabbed my thigh, her wedding ring flashing. Go right ahead," Trish said, as asian she spread her legs apart to give Hardcore Jan access to her pussy. “Damn you really like your ass plugged don’t petite you babe? I was blind.