What is true? What is fiction? What have they done? The Clinton Gang made up of hundreds of people is headed up by Bill and Hillary Clinton with their little sidekick kid Chelsea Clinton and they have millions of victims. Imagine a cigar in one hand and nude bottom girl in the other with her eyes boring at the cigar replacing his little pony.

She at first backed away from his cigar probe but he cut loose with a volley of thrusts and was pursuing other interests while she tried hard with her free hand to replace the fruitless riding they had attempted. 

It wasn't picturesque but the blue dress was better than nothing as she cleaned him up as he turned away in his almost hopeless struggle to keep his pony larger than life.  It wasn't much of a lure but the cigar was less hazardous than the real thing he continued to play with. 

Constantly increasing in size now his pony was armed again but the miserable Cuban cigar was done. 

His nightly patrolling for her ass was fun at first but now he always assumed he had the right of way as he had stripped her panties down five minutes after the first lady went to bed. 

With some bravery at first he bestowed his pony for her viewing and in his own cowardly way made her take it like a street girl with her mouth until he was all aboard. 

Tonight she again declined his constant attempt for something in the rear which there was an agreed prohibition even as his attention turned to another attempt.  She wasn't sure but she really liked the idea of an armed Marine guard standing at the other side of the door only a few feet away. 

He was getting committed again and efficiently patrolled for her mouth with his pony as the darkness would hide his fiendish smile as he pried her legs open as he groaned like a pack mule getting laid for the first time.  He would start lurching again and dodging in and out of her in the darkness of the office and was having the fun he wanted.  He wore no protection and was running in and out too fast so she worried that he would fail to pull out in time, as he again was approached his ending.

When he got to this point her ass was under fire as he was just a fast train running as fast as he could with his little engine at full steam.  She could tell he was crossing the bridge so she faked the responding pushes and pulls and moaned to inform him that she was there and he was the best.  He could not see her discontented look but ultimately she knew she was only a piece of ass as she drifted away in thought wondering now what she was overhearing him saying?  Apparently he had just called her by another woman's name while he occupied and pounded her compartment.  She knew that she was just another club car but she had always wanted to work inside the White House and maybe later she could have a quiet smoke with that Marine in the hallway.

He shuffled and the little game was done, and just like a true gambler he suggested that they start over with a new deck as she rolled over on her tummy.  As it progressed she was getting tired and she would offer a confession to her best friend later on that night,  the blue dress was great insurance to guard against the little passenger on top of her, trying his best. 

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What is true?  What is fiction?  What have they done? The Clinton Gang made up of hundreds of people is headed up by Bill and Hillary Clinton with their little sidekick kid Chelsea Clinton and they have millions of victims.  Imagine a cigar in one hand and nude bottom girl in the other with her eyes boring at the cigar replacing his little pony.  Read the fictional story about and you decided what's best for America?