I gather your face in my hands and play at you mouth with mine, enjoying the gentle touches that deepen with the passion we stir. Until finally they b...come the soul searing kisses that flash across my mind and plummets me into the fire. As the fire consumes me, I feel your mouth as it travels down the beating pulse of my neck and across my breast to find that which you enjoy the most, a nipple that is hard and standing, waiting for you to suckle. Latching on to it you draw it into your mouth. Well, Ed mused, Southern Tradition was fostering community, in a sense. A community of real Americans, not like the current occupants of the White House. Like anyone other than a white American should live there. It was a crime to watch that man and his family act as though they had a right to be in that building.Getting to that imposter in the White House was impossible, Ed knew that, unless someone wanted to try a suicide mission, but suicide missions were for fucking ragheads, not real. She was blonde, about 1m60 a little chubby, a small chest and she was wearing an ocher colored dress. I was installed in front of it next to the window and mainly the ventilation because it was extremely hot.Just before leaving the station, someone sat in the same compartment as us and I put on my headphones to make the 2 long hours of travel a little faster and with music.The train barely left, I tried to install my legs trying not to disturb my neighbor in the front. With little space, I. I'd be suave, and then, if she dared to said no I'd remind her that I am King and Lord and Monarch of my Kingdom, and she must obey my laws as others have obeyed them.She must fuck me.Surely, she'll have no problem with that. She'll be sensible because she knows that I'm a Gentleman and I'm honorable and law abiding and compared with what I usually do, fucking is gentle and kind.And if she objects, then I'll use force. Once I would have been squeamish about that. I'd have said no, out of the.