Well, Ed mused, Southern Tradition was fostering community, in a sense. A community of real Americans, not like the current occupants of the White Hou...e. 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. "You're welcome. I only bring it up considering the circumstances. Are you aware that we Di'San can choose whether we become pregnant or not?" Chenosh said."What!" Xander said choking on a mouthful of pancakes. It took a few moment and a couple gulps of water before he managed to get them down and felt better."Unlike Humans and Harreden, Di'San can actually choose not to get pregnant. It can prove to be quite useful, considering the fact that we are just as fertile as the most virile Harreden. " More. All over my butt. Please."The "Please" sounded almost desperate. I poured out more lotion, this time directly on her backside. I used two hands to make sure both cheeks were completely covered. Just to make sure, I did it again.Les had both hands at her sides. She lifted both up and pulled her cheeks apart. "More." Her voice sounded primal. The hands fell down to rest against her sides.I dribbled lotion down the middle of her butt. She whimpered. I kept dribbling.When I felt there was. I waved at Julie as we entered our rooms. My girlfriend got undressed and put her PJ's on and was asleep, snoring as I was getting out of my tux and hanging it. I washed up a little when I heard a faint knock on my door. It was Julie, she was wearing a T-shirt and cut off sweatpants. She was barefoot. I was just in my boxers. She crept into my room quickly and quietly. We moved into the bathroom and I shut the door. Julie looked at me, she looked nervous. I wasn't sure for a second but I moved.