We call ourselves the United States but, to be honest, we're the Divided States. Honestly, I think a lot of us look back and go, "The good old days we...e so much better." But the thing is the good days have passed. The paste has passed the world has changed and so have the people that live in it.In my opinion, the perfect theme song for the United States is not the Party in the U.S.A. by Miley Cyrus. It's probably Lacey Sturm song I'm Not Laughing. This country is just crazy right now. Though I. I was sitting in one of the study rooms in the back of the building on a hard wooden chair. My tanned thighs were sticking to the wood and my tank top was nearly soaked through with sweat. All of a sudden, I had a rush of arousal. I tried to ignore it by turning up my music and attempting to focus on my history paper. It was only a few hours before the paper was due and I only had about half of it done. After a while, I realized I was getting nothing done and there was no point at even trying. Thick socks, given the temperature outside.He left my ankles untaped for now, but never gave me another chance to kick up at him.The jeans were giving him too much trouble.He turned to his instruments and held up what looked like a long-bladed wire cutter. Looked at me evenly, snicked it open and closed twice. Then coolly, taking care not to cut me, sliced my jeans off.Panties were gone in seconds. He re-taped my bare ankles.Wexler scooted the scraps of my clothes together with his feet, and. We were quite friendly as I had mentioned before. She knew about my past girlfriends, hookups, and casual sex encounters. She also was aware that I had a bunch of friends with benefits. Well, she also got to know that I had brought some girls to their place to have sex. However, she didn’t seem to be offended by that and instead, she was quite curious to know more about it.Slowly and steadily, our conversation conversation started to get a bit personal and sexy. I was a bit drunk so I had the.