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 shopping center in Nepean. We always wondered what we missed out on that day. You know Barbara, you don’t hide it well. Your face was very flushed and, as I hate to bring this up, your tush was glowing and it wasn’t from the sun. So, tell me, what really went on?”Literally seated ringside, Roxanne had to cover her mouth to stifle an out loud laugh at seeing these two verbally spar. Roxanne had gotten the best of both Teresa and Barbara on previous occasions and enjoyed seeing the conflict between those two. In the ring,. She was also a local celebrity, at least in something called porn. Clarissa didn’t know what porn really was, but her mom told her that it involved her being naked and letting guys put these things called dicks, which were between their legs, in her body, and doing something called cumming, which sounded icky to Clarissa. Her mom said it just helped pay the bills, which Clarissa was weird, ‘cause the only bill she’d ever seen was on a bird. So, her mom let guys put things in her so she could. I gladly allow her, opening myself up to her. She teases me, flicking her tongue just a fraction of an inch from my clit, but not touching me.“Anna, please. Oh god, I want it so badly,” I beg. She obliges, but only lightly. She draws small circles around my clit with her tongue, keeping my legs spread with her arms. I try to raise my hips to her mouth, but her arms hold my legs in place.“Oh my god, your tongue is amazing. I want it inside me, please!”She continues her gentle circles,.