Barack stayed up all night worrying about the Benghazi massacre that had the odors of traitor all over it. He was deep in thought and having another socialist dream with his eyes open when he first smelled Michelle's perfume. She had her feminine frills almost off which meant Barack has to service the witch and that damn sickening odor of incense and perfume combined almost make Barack sick.
Their lush room in the White House was manicured with what Barack called the Negro theme and too much red carpet with a pearl inlaid headboard was something to see. When Barack was a kid his welfare mother didn't have a lot of money so he grew up with dark walls and cheap art on the walls.
Noiselessly Michelle pulled the sheets back as the outer door of their bedroom slid open and Hillary with her floral decorated pajama's arrived for the fun. Hillary didn't have the lock on expensive female apparel and she was crammed into pajama's two sizes too small and one of her tits in her hand. Hillary's jasmine scented tit fought for space as she rubbed against Barack showing off what she thought was her frilly lingerie. Barack never would understand how a women with a hundred million bucks could pull rags like that off the shelf at Macy's and climb in bed with the family.
Both his girls had their high heeled red shoes and they swooned for Barack to join them with displays of their dainties and body parts. He kind of thought Hillary shaved her legs this time which would really piss off Bill.
Barack didn't feel like it because the I.R.S. Tea Party thing was on Fox News and the next story was the N.S.A. spy ring with Snowden leading the story and then 60 minutes after that with the truth about Benghazi and the Affordable Health Care Act. Sunday's really sucked around the White House and since he started going to church it just got worse.
With Hillary and her homosexual passions you never knew what she really wanted so Barack would just poke around. Outwardly he would act like he wanted them but his proudest moment would be when they got done and he could sip some liquor.
He had bought both of them battery operated vibrators but the emperor's bitch wanted the real thing. Barack was sure that the downfall of his dynasty would be ObamaCare but his immediate ruin would be these two nude broads in the White House.
He also had his ghost writer working on the story of how a homosexual might betray the empire. He really didn't like Hillary around but Michelle was hooked. He left some secret war plans laying around about Syria, Iran, North Korea and Barack knew that Hillary stole them while he was asleep. He had the F.B.I. cloak and dagger boys checking it out but he was lame ducked as hell.
This torried little love affair had to get it on if Barack was going to watch any football tonight. He took his V.D. pill but his little circus cutie wanted to play as he began to bulge and Hillary unsolicited kind of helped him along.
That women was rough and exceedingly ready and she always wanted him to make it painful. Barack went to probing and the massages got going and he took a couple of mercury pills for his heart. All that fried food over the years took its toll but the perverse sex practices got under way.
With ruthless ambition Hillary started on Michelle and Michelle started on Barack who kind of felt like an apprentice with these two. Barack was brilliant but the dark little secret was the whole thing was being filmed.
We can finish this lewd story but it isn't true, kind of like me keeping my own doctor and saving money on health care.
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