HEYO! I wrote this cause I have like a sanity of zero, so uh, yeah. I would also like to let out a HUGE nsfw warning, mpreg, mbirth, and also if you want to ever look at the founding fathers the same, don't read this! Tyyyys!
(Also, for the love of...
She ate my pussy with ever-flowing thrusts. I felt my lungs and my stomach tighten up in thrill. I couldn't stop my moans from cumming, truly. As my eyes softly glance to the side, barely even open, I see Deborah masturbating off to herself as she watched my pleasureable despair. I gasped for air, as I came for the thrice time in Mary's mouth.
She smirked at me. That's all that mattered. What a time.
Three Knocks On The Front Door.
"No!" I shouted nervously, whispering under my breath. Mary also looked a bit shocked. Deborah immediately took her hand out of her panties, I sat up. Mary turnt to me, "We'll cover for you", she starts, she has a slightly nervous glint in her eye, "Just— go get dressed." She finished quickly. I immediately ran to the bathroom, praying it wasn't my husband, that is..
Mary Lincoln POV
I quickly rush to the front door. Adjusting my shoes, and— and, flattening out my dress. Deborah sat at the dining table behind me, and I nervously open the door. To my suprise, it was my husband, Abraham! And his best friend, I— George Washington; of course. I recalled his name in my head over and over. He has that same blue suit on and that white hair. "Abraham!" I said, trying to sound excited, and, suprisngly, I do so. I kiss his cheek, and he slightly blushes. "Do you know where Deborah is!" He asks immediately. My heart dropped, but I didn't show it. Had he found out? Has he told? "She's right in the dining room, love. Why do you need her?" I ask, but before I could get the anxiety out, George stutters something out. "A-actually.. we need to talk to all of you." All of us? What would be need all of us for? British Nonsense? The Constitution George'd been writing? "Mary's in the bathroom." I blurted out. "It's about Benjamin." George starts off, but I stop him. "It's okay. We can talk if it's that important. I'll go check up on Martha, and you stay in the dining room." I let them in.
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