It’s corrupt, and it’s broken. It’s tottering on the brink of bankruptcy. The people in this country are on the verge of losing their collective...temper. The symptoms are all there. We’ve had the Tea Party, March on Wall Street, Black Lives Matter, and Anonymous. Violence is on the rise. None of those movements have changed anything except to increase the feeling of impotence amongst the American people.“This isn’t a problem that can be solved by waving a magic wand. It is going to require a. And the taste of her rank asshole still lingering in my mouth. I knew what I did to Katie and decided to accept his challenge. Sitting on the couch I pulled his hips to my face and began rubbing Dave's hairy ass. Dave's a big guy with a big beer gut, but a bony, muscly ass. Katie reached over and began holding the back of my head, guiding my mouth to Dave's pucker asshole. Dave's ass smelled of sweat and trapped farts from his day at his desk. As I slipped my tongue over his anus I could taste. The third one, Rick, was absolutely great in bed, at least seven or eight inches long, and he knew how to use it. He looked great with me too. Until I found out that the bastard was sleeping around at a party we went to.That was three weeks ago, and I had dropped him like a rock, making sure he sank. But the results of that decision were coming home to roost, three weeks without getting laid, three weeks with only my fingers to cool me off, and that was only when I knew I could get away with. The Professor was not into the nightlife, not any city’s nightlife, not even his own in New York City. The only ‘nights’ he went out were nights he attended the symphony or opera. He decided that for the remainder of the day he would spend time in the casino. He loved the slot machines. They agreed to meet for lunch but after dinner, the Professor intended to return to New York City. He had bought his own car, a small and unattractive vehicle next to Hudson’s new Corvette. The morning was.