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Others think I'm a devil, an anomaly, that aliens created me. I've heard some crackpots claim I was created in the lab amateurs by the Illuminati.” He grinned at me. “No, no, evolution produced you. It can happen, you know, rapid change in a species. It is not supposed to happen in a large, global population, but in isolation.” He shrugged. “But scientists can be wrong, particularity when they only have a handful of bones to study. Today, we shall find out who is superior.” “You are an interesting man,” I said, trying not to like him. He had seized control of his nation and used its military to suppress any dissent. People who questioned him had a way of ending up in prison, but... I had to work with him. Political reality was a murky thing sometime. “Select two of your staff to be judges, and I will select two of mine, one watching each of us that way we can rely on their count,” he said. I nodded my head. “Christina and Lola,” I said. “You got it.” orgasm “Sure, Mom,” my daughters said. Lola gave her wife a quick hug, they were married two months ago, and darted towards homemade me. Christine pushed up her glasses and took a statelier walk to me. The president popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it without any water. I arched an eyebrow at that. It made my own mature throat tighten just thinking about mimicking blonde that feat. Then, together, we descended to the women who were all quivering in delight. They were young, of course, between eighteen and twenty-five, their bodies lovely. A garden of delights from flat-chested girls with little A cups to busty girls that had to be F or even G cups, their bountiful tits overflowing their hands. Most had dark hair, a range of brunettes to raven-blacks, their faces delicate, skin pale with that Eastern European roundness and high cheekbones. Some had shaved pussies, others trimmed or with landing strips, while some had fierce bushes. “Aren't they all just lovely?” he asked. “They were all eager for it, all wanting to be bred by you because us men haven't shown them our true prowess.” He shook his head in disgust. “Feminism has utterly ruined two generations of men.” I arched an eyebrow at that but didn't comment. I would show him my prowess. “Most young men are raised to care about their feelings. To be sensitive, delicate, dainty things who consume too much soy and have no testosterone. No wonder women are needing something virile in their lives. Humans are sexual beings, President Woodard. Everything we do is about sex at some level. We're not aware of it, but it drives men to success and women to be beautiful. And I was looking forward to seeing her each time it became possible to do so. The small amount of material barely covered blonde her amateurs homemade freshly shaven cunt. It was a wave in my body, and intense pressure that needed release mature I could tell it was going to happen but it was too late, my dick which had been swinging pre cum in its rigidy flexed straight as the most powerful orgasm I've had came out of me. Jet after jet of thick semen shot out covering the leather in white wads and streams as I chomped down on edge of the seat stifling a deep raging moan that vibrated my chest. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, My sister rolled her eyes as if I’d asked something stupid “I’ll make you stop.” He fucked her, she fucked him but what would he think of her, what should she say to alleviate the uncertainty orgasm she felt? Oh God, Stanley please! Still, no one is talking. “Thank you for everything,” Maria said as I walked down the driveway. Fear seized me as I witnessed. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his actions. I was dripping wet and on the verge of an orgasm within seconds of opening my eyes. We need to prepare for our removal.