Footbaw

It was a busy time. John had just announced he was going to run for Governor. He was attempting to get support from his and Carrie's favorite president. Carrie was in the home stretch of wedding planning. But it had a different dimension now -- it had to be political theater in addition to solemn vows.

Luckily, they could take a weekend and go down to watch John's alma mater in action. They were both in jerseys that said "Putnam" on the back. John signed numerous autographs. And the guys all eyed up Carrie, wondering what kind of secret sauce the old man had to seduce that comely young woman.

After, they drove back to the Panhandle, until John had needs. He pulled off onto a dusty, deserted rode as twilight approached. Carrie knew the drill. She laid her big 34DDs into the back of the truck, revealing her large derriere. John slapped her ass, pulling down her pants and panties. He kept lube with him for just such an ... emergency. He generously lubed up his cock, and then her asshole.

"Miss Barbie's shitbox, Daddy?" Carrie teased.

"Mmmmhm. Driving for four hours thinking of plowing your shitbox, couldn't help it anymore." He pushed forward, getting his cock into her ass. God, he was glad to be single when he met Carrie.

"Ohhh, fuck Daddy," Carrie whimpered. John buttfucked her on that deserted road, taking his time, his cock sawing in and out. It was perverse really. Running for the state's highest office, and out here in the middle of nowhere getting his rocks off. It was enough to make him seed his slut's ass and make her carry it the rest of the way home. And he did.