Ed smiled to himself as he thought about the reaction of the city’s Department of Parks and Recreation if they knew what the Southern Tradition boys...were using the schoolroom for. “Fostering community” was the bullshit slogan for the city’s program to give community groups the use of classrooms not needed for instruction.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. She had been asleep for a couple of hours and he woke her up smelling only booze and cigarettes. He was so drunk, he could barely stand up. "Baby wake up... baby, wake up. " "What is it? It's late, I was sound asleep. "I said. "Look, me and Justin had a long talk tonight, he's my best buddy in all the world you know. "His words slurring, he could just about talk. "And ya how much he likes you, baby... don't cha? " "He's always had the hots for ya. "he slurred his words. "Of anyone in the whole. As she was able to get an even better angle at my nether regions with her mouth and continued stroking my cock firmly withboth of her hands, I rolled my head and saw that I was lying on the dozens of underwire bras that I’d recently pulled from her dresser. Now I’ve never had a real thing for bras the way some men do, but I think every man is fascinated by them. They are so foreign to men. Sometimes I even think that seeing a woman in a bra can be sexier than seeing her naked. There’s the. She didn't understand.There was no wonderful tingle of excitement and arousal as he approached. No shiver of desire, no flood of warmth and wetness in her intimate regions. There was an ache, but it was not of unfulfilled lust.She didn't understand.And then the pain. Her sensibilities reeled, and her body twitched in agitation. It shouldn't hurt! Why did it hurt? Why did she want to cry?She didn't understand, but she wanted it to stop. No more. It shouldn't hurt. It should never hurt..