Little Jonny meets President Obama
Little Jonny meets President Obama
Little Johnny Meets Barack Obama
Barack Obama was visiting a primary school and he
visited one of the classes. They were in the middle of a
discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher
asked the president if he would like to lead the discussion
on the word 'tragedy.' So our illustrious president asked
the class for an example of a 'tragedy.'
One little boy stood up and offered: 'If my best friend, who lives on a
farm, is playing in the field and a tractor runs over him and kills him,
that would be a tragedy.'
'No,' said Obama, 'that would be an accident.'
A little girl l raised her hand: 'If a school bus carrying 50 children drove
over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy.'
'I'm afraid not,' explained Obama. 'That's what we would
call great loss.'
The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Obama searched the
room. 'Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a
tragedy?'
Finally at the back of the room, Little Johnny raised his hand. In a quiet
voice he said: 'If the plane carrying you and Mrs. Obama was struck by a
'friendly fire' missile and blown to smithereens that would be a tragedy.'
'Fantastic!' exclaimed Obama. 'That's right. And can you tell
me why that would be tragedy?'
'Well,' says the boy, 'It has to be a tragedy, because it certainly
wouldn't be a great loss...and it probably wouldn't be an accident either.'
Barack Obama was visiting a primary school and he
visited one of the classes. They were in the middle of a
discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher
asked the president if he would like to lead the discussion
on the word 'tragedy.' So our illustrious president asked
the class for an example of a 'tragedy.'
One little boy stood up and offered: 'If my best friend, who lives on a
farm, is playing in the field and a tractor runs over him and kills him,
that would be a tragedy.'
'No,' said Obama, 'that would be an accident.'
A little girl l raised her hand: 'If a school bus carrying 50 children drove
over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy.'
'I'm afraid not,' explained Obama. 'That's what we would
call great loss.'
The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Obama searched the
room. 'Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a
tragedy?'
Finally at the back of the room, Little Johnny raised his hand. In a quiet
voice he said: 'If the plane carrying you and Mrs. Obama was struck by a
'friendly fire' missile and blown to smithereens that would be a tragedy.'
'Fantastic!' exclaimed Obama. 'That's right. And can you tell
me why that would be tragedy?'
'Well,' says the boy, 'It has to be a tragedy, because it certainly
wouldn't be a great loss...and it probably wouldn't be an accident either.'
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Good story. Now we know the difference and we can see a definate delineation between the conservative and liberal "Fitfreaks". Count me on the side where it wouldn't be a great loss nor an accident. 24 years service and Vietnam veteran.
It's always been a fantasy of mine to be a sex slave for 2 bears, male and female, pleasing the male when she's tired, and vice versa. Slowly sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me on his c0ck, I guide him in, feeling him stretch me wide open. I moan with pleasure, feeling him fill me up. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift me up and then pull me down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of the fur, his paws either side of my waist. He is in total control, I'm just nothing compared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he won't hurt me. I feel the pace quicken, almost imperceptibly. I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke. I can hear the growl getting louder now; he speeds up even more, forcing me further and further down onto his thick c0ck. If it wasn't for the fact I my body is releasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a bitch, begging her mate to fill her up. His claws dig in deeper, the pain, its excsquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my c0ck explode, covering his chest fur in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my c0ck out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the beasts muzzle. He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his paws in even harder now and slams me onto his c0ck, I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's cumming, oh my god. I can feel in, filling me up. It's undescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me. I feel him slow, his c0ck still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his cum. It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, and then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.
agreed sir
Wow. Furries FTMFL
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