Things are hard up here. Seriously. I don’t know who decided to spread the myth that Canadians are nice, easygoing people. They’re all assholes up...here, man. And they’re really good at hiding it. They feel nothing but disdain and envy for the United States. These people suck. I thought they sucked when I arrived in Ontario in November 2009. I still think Canadians suck in February 2011 as I write these words. Some things never change, I guess. I work as a night time security guard at a small. She has dark brownish hair, which flowed like a stream down to her ample firm 32D breasts. (I did tell you we were close.) She was in great shape, a firm flat stomach, and a nice tight juicy ass that got all the guys attention as she walked past.) If she wasn't my best and closest friend, I would have tried getting into her pants years ago by now. I looked at her closely, my eyes occasionally wandering down to her breasts which were clearly visible through her tight school shirt, her nipples. 'ch..l...te, charLotte, CHARLOTTE.' Sol,s voice finally got through to her. 'Wh.., what,?' she replied weakly, mouth hanging open, eyes hidden behind drawn lids. . The finger moved lower this time, touching her on her perineum, surprised by the tingle it brought to her body. Her hand kept rubbing his prick as he did the same to her. She clenched her cheeks tight when his finger moved higher up her backside, trapping his finger between her cheeks, her buttocks clenched tight. What was he doing, touching me back there?He rubbed up and down her slit, moving back between her legs to rub along her tight, sweaty crack. She clenched her cheeks, trapping his.