"We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. We must remember always that accusation is not proof and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law. We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men – not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were, for the moment, unpopular." - Edward R. Murrow (picture unrelated)

any professors out there? it's the philosophy ones that get me, the slightly hallow eyes that come from a life long stuggle to maintain convictions despite the overwhelming meaninglessness so clearly evidenced, or maybe its the lack of boundries the material necessitates that already presses the boundries, teasing out what pleasure is, maybe its the layers of sweaters or maybe the 20 minute digressions on latin word roots, or even a weird say, teacup obsession. or that thrill when a teacher has to wisper something in your ear, and you know he can smell the pot smoke and sex on you, and he linnnnngers. anyway if there are any guys out there who wanna mix daddy issues, teacher power dynmamics or generally flipping a silly college girl over a podium to slap her ass and fuck a good essay into her, message me. 20/f/ma

Friend & Companion....R u looking for same? - 47

age : 47 body : fit
- Upbeat - employed white woman with a lot to offer the right man interested in meeting an intelligent guy over 40 who has his stuff together..

If you fall into any of these catergories I'll pass......................................:
serial dater - deadbeat dad - emotionally or financially unstable - socially awkward - unattractive and out of shape - poor dresser - still living at home with your parents - alcoholic - drug user - married - separated - in a relationship - inability to communicate - a history of DUI's or DWI's - convicted felon
Would like a couple of lines describing yourself and what you are looking for and a pic if available.
I AM REAL - REALLY

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A good read on the terrorist's "He said the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan and one of its splinter groups, the Islamic Jihad Union, both have recruited Chechen, Turks and other non-Arab Muslims to fight with them against U.S. forces in Afghanistan. According to Kohlmann, both of these groups are based in the Waziristan tribal area of Pakistan, "and these groups can be just as radical as anything al-Qaeda puts out."

"They have a strong animus against the United States," Kohlmann said.

But he cautioned against making any assumption at this point that the bombing suspects were recruited and/or trained by foreign terror organizations.

"What happened (in Boston) is within the capability of two relatively sophisticated, homegrown individuals," Kohlmann said. "These two people seem to have come out of nowhere."

David Schanzer, a terrorism expert at Duke University, said the attack appeared to be "homegrown" and that the suspects appear unsophisticated and without ties to or training from international terrorist groups.

"The fact that they needed to rob an ATM to get money (suggests) they didn't get large amount of outside funding. They had no escape plan to leave the country," Schanzer said. "These are hallmarks of people who are not particularly sophisticated. I don't see this as a highly planned plot. They seemed to be making this up as they go along."

Several links have been identified between Chechen guerrillas and al-Qaeda, according to an analysis by the Council on Foreign Relations.

Despite the two suspects' apparent affinity for the Chechen cause, anti-separatist Chechen leader Ramzan Kadyrov said there was no link between his country and Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the two brothers suspected of the Boston bombings.

"We don't know the Tsarnaevs, they did not live in Chechnya. They lived and studied in America," Kadyrov said Friday. "It has become habitual, everything that is happening in the world is connected to Chechens. Blame the Chechens."

Kohlmann sent a post on his Twitter feed Friday that the official arm of the Chechen mujahedin has denied any connection between them and the Boston suspects.

Ruslan Tsarni of Montgomery Village, Md., the uncle of the two brothers, said the family was ethnic Chechen.

Author Kimberly Marten, who researched Chechnya for her recent book, Warlords Strong-Arm Brokers in Weak States, cautioned Friday against concluding that the Boston attack was an act of terror.

"We shouldn't assume... there's a political motive behind the bombing," said Marten, who's a political science professor at Barnard College in New York City and director of Columbia University's Harriman Institute.

Most of the Chechens' acts have come in Chechnya, Russia or neighboring republics.

Among the most shocking acts of violence was an attack in the neighboring republic of North Ossetia in 2004, where militants seized a school and, in the three-day siege that followed, more than 300 were killed, most of them children.

The attack was ordered by Chechen separatist leader Shamil Basayev, who was himself killed in a 2006 bombing believed to have been conducted by Russian internal security forces.

Militants from Chechnya and other restive regions have targeted Moscow and other areas with bombings and hostage-takings for more than 20 years. The republic is predominantly Muslim and has waged two wars with Russian security forces since the demise of the Soviet Union in 1991.

p******** Vladimir Putin has often stressed that al-Qaeda is linked with Chechen fighters. According to the Council on Foreign Relations analysis, a Chechen warlord is said to have met with Osama bin Laden while both were fighting against the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan from 1979-89.

Authorities have also found links between Chechen separatists and other Islamist terrorist groups. The U.S. Justice Department said in a 2004 report that Zacharias Moussaoui, who was convicted for his role in the 9/11 attacks, had previously sought to recruit at least one man to fight in Chechnya. Intelligence officials in France had warned the FBI of Moussaoui's connection to the Chechen fighters.

An online jihadist, "Abu Sulaiman al-Nasser," boasted Friday that the Tsarnaev brothers "made the streets of America just like the streets of Afghanistan."

Violence dates back to the years after World War II when the Soviet leader Josef Stalin crushed a revolt there during the Nazi invasion and in 1944 deported the entire Chechen population to Siberia and Kazakhstan. They were allowed to return to their homeland in 1957.

Shortly after the Soviet Union's collapse, Chechnya declared independence from Russia, a move that eventually led to war from 1994-1996 when tens of thousands died and Russian regained control of the republic.

The Tsarnaev family reportedly fled Chechnya for nearby Kazakhstan and, later, the United States.

Fighting broke out in Chechnya again in 2000 when Russian forces destroyed much of the republic's capital city of Grozny in a bid to crush resistance. With the killing of key militant leaders, the separatist movement has been quelled, although violence in the region continues.

Chechen militants have committed sporadic large-scale attacks in Russia since the 1990s. In March 2010, Chechen terrorists claimed responsibility for bombings on the Moscow subway system that killed more than 40 people. In June 2010, the State Department added Chechen rebel Doku Umarov, who claimed responsibility for the March subway attack, to its terrorist list and froze his assets.

A 2008 report by the Congressional Research Service said in 2007 Russian security forces ran 850 sweeps through Chechnya that involved surrounding entire villages and searching every house. "Critics of the operations allege that the troops frequently engage in pillaging and gratuitous violence and are responsible for kidnappings for ransom and 'disappearances' of civilians,' " the report said.

Of the region's almost 1.3 million residents, ethnic Chechens make up about 95%, according to Russian government statistics. The rest are a combination of ethnic Russians and other ethnic groups from nearby countries and regions"

I finally had a taste of my mother in law’s sweet pussy. The heat has been building up for some time. All the flirting, light touching, sexy glares, and teasing advances... I had big hopes for the weekend and decided I would take advantages of any opportunities to make some progress. I can barely handle being in a room with her anymore... I get so hot and excited. Her sexy eyes... Her long beautiful graying hair... her long legs that matches her dangling fingers... so well kept and soft. I can’t help but stare at her lips... her earlobes... I can’t help but breathe in her sweet smell. The desire pushing me forward... l knew I had a couple days with her staying here... I would have to be cautious... but could maneuver my way around the family to spend some time with her. I figured I’ve waited this long... all the massages... hand holding... awkward kisses .... any time is good time spent chipping away at the prize. I made sure to be well stocked in wine, smiles, and compliments. I was very excited to leave work on the day of her arrival. The anticipation of knowing I had a few hours that held a chance of sharing a few moments alone as the kids would be playing and my wife working. I rushed home to lay on my early impressions. Storming in the door with a bit of haste and relief of the work day... we shared a quick hug and kiss in the cheek. I told her to hang tight... I was going to work out and have a quick shower... and then I’d catch up with her... she smiled with content... she always compliments me for taking care of myself and I’m sure it turns her on when I’m pumped up from a good lifting session... so I thought I’d lay that on right away... it was hard not to just sit down with her as we’ve both been messaging back and forth about how excited we are to see each other... but I love when she tells me I’m hot and squeezes my arm... or shoulders... so I gave 200%... cleaned up and made sure my cock was pumped up and displayed for temptation... (my MIL has a hard time keeping he eyes off my bulge... But I’ve also made sure to entice her over the years, letting it hang out the side of my underwear in mornings where we’ve been around each other). Time to open some wine and start the convo... we sat beside each other on the sofa... playing our usual chat with light touching... her grabbing my hand in times of excitement... or grabbing my thigh. The seductive smiles... god I was already so excited... we shared a bottle and my wife can home... we had a nice dinner ... after we sat around the table... my mother in law’s eyes glued on my girth in my pants... which made my hard... which she noticed... this went on for 2 hours... not much on day one... but desire was thick in the air... I never understand how my wife is ok with the apparent awkward moments. We had a fabulous evening. I had to work in the morning... next day, same drill... rush home, pump muscles, pump cock... go hang out with mom... crack a bottle... very nice wine tonight... no work tomorrow... tell myself to take charge, take chances... but be careful... mother in law’s nature is to be in control... and since I’ve learnt that, things have rolled smoothly. So all the same kind of flirting is going on... but as I’m bringing bbq in from outside my mother in law turns around and places her hand right on my cock and squeezes it... my wife standing in the background... my mil says ‘oops, I almost touched his dick!’ She gives me a devilish smile... I can’t believe she pulled a stunt like that in front of her daughter! And of course, I melted. As the frustration as been.. it’s hard to get anywhere with no real alone time... Thursday night was another fabulous night filled with flirting, smiles, occasional soft touching... and the cock squeeze... I went to bed very horny... I had a hard time sleeping... thinking about that woman. I wanted to raid the guest room and Fuck her like a beast. But so impossible without getting caught. I would have to be creative and work within boundaries if anything were to be snuck. I decided an early morning workout beside the room she’s staying in would allow for some opportunity. So I headed down nice and early... I made sure to make some good grueling noises... in hopes that she’d hear. I finished up but couldn’t keep her off my mind... I couldn’t help but pull my cock out and stroke it outside her door... whispering her name ... hoping she might open and catch me being naughty... but she did drink a bit of wine the night before... and didn’t wake until a bit later... although I know she was at least listening at one point as she said it sounded like I was doing quite an intense exercise... my cock was now leaking constantly due to the excitement over the last couple days... I was dying to fuck. At one point threw the morning I headed downstairs to grab some more wine from the cellar. I passed the guest room and noticed my MIL’s panties stacked on top her clothes... Now I’ve done it a few times before... but not in a while... and I couldn’t help myself... I went over... picked them up and sniffed them right on the pussy patch. My god! I ate a lot of pussy growing up... and let me tell you... nothing smells better than this woman’s pussy. It is like a fine tea that you can’t help to keep sniffing to enjoy the many sweet pleasing aromas. I left that room 3 times and had to go back for more... sniffing and licking her cloth... the third time I didn’t hear the steps creep... busted red handed by my mother in law... putting her panties back. I quickly grabbed the pile of clothes... ‘I was doing laundry... Can I wash these clothes for you?’ I asked with an obvious blush to my face. She smiled and winked.. ‘that would be great sweetie!’ I took a gasp an rounded things up... her looking at me with awe. I didn’t know if I fucked up or not... I went upstairs to clear my head. My wife decided to take the kids for nap. Leaving the 2 of us alone. My MIL asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with her while the others slept. Really? Of course! The first bit of the movie we lightly chatted... she picked the movie and it was a tear jerker... by the middle of the movie she was crying... and I placed hand in her back to rub it... she grabbed my other hand and held it... minute by minute we pulled each other tighter. To the point where I had both arms wrapped around her from behind... locked... my chin nudged into her neck... my hands placed on her stomach... rubbing her right above her pants ... squeezing her in my arms... I started moaning a bit... she started moaning more... I placed my lips on her neck... and started kissing... behind her ear along her neck, down her shoulder... my fingers reaching down her pants slowly... longing for her pussy... the smell of her panties lingering in my nostrils... right then she says ‘I know you were jacking off out my door, and I caught you with your face in my panties’ I just smiled and said... ‘what can I say mom, I want you!’ Without hesitation she grabbed my head and pushed me down... YES! I couldn’t wait to taste her. I slid her pants off... and took a noticeable whiff as I came back up... ‘do you like the smell of my panties?’ She asked... ‘I like the smell of your pussy’ I replied. I took one long swipe of her slit and clit with my tongue... ‘Mmm, and it tastes even better!’ Before I knew it my tongue was penetrating in and out of her perfectly pink pussy... I spread her lips and brushed away her bush to lick and suck her clit with conviction... she was dripping on to the chair as I did my best to clean it up to leave to trace... and I just wanted every bit of her in my mouth. She smelt and tasted amazing. I could eat her out all day and night! Sticking my tongue in as deep as I could and sucking hard as I pulled it out... I pulled her pants further down and turned her around, bent her over the chair and started to lick her asshole... starting with light little circles... and then piercing it with the tip... I couldn’t believe this woman’s smell and taste...the kind you just want to take a bite out of... I could tell she enjoyed my rimming... but I could also tell this was a first for her... so I went back to her Pussy... which was now full of her cum... spread all over her bush... gushing like she hadn’t been fucked for years... I was so hard... she now had her hands in my shorts... tugging them down... stroking my cock in her hands... I had pictured this so many times... and now I was feeling her work her fingers on my throbbing cock. She grabbed it with one him first as she grabbed one ass cheek with the other... and opened her mouth... when we could her the door down the hallway open up... I flipped my dick back in my pants and my MIL pulled her leggings up. My wife came down the hall as I turned around and grabbed a drink of water... ‘good nap?’ I asked. ‘Yeah... what time is it?’ She asked. ‘4:30’ her mom replied. ‘What’s that in your face?’ My wife asked me... I could only assume it was her mother’s cum all over my cheeks and chin. ‘I coughed up a bit of water’ I said. At that moment I noticed my MIL’s crotch was soaked in her pants. ‘I’m going for a shower before dinner if that’s ok?’ She said to my wife as she winked at me... we had little time alone again before she left.... but I enjoyed every minute of her visit and loved hearing her tell her daughter numerous times ‘ that was such a good movie and hug... no one’s ever hugged me like that before’...
I was left with mad blue balls. Good thing her daughter fucks and sucks so good... but I can’t wait until we meet up again. And I can’t get that scent off my mind. I love my MIL.

So I had the experience I am about to describe and I want to know what to do next time something like that happens again to be prepared.

Back in the day I had to work in a charitable organization as a driver as part of the alternative service in lieu of military service that every man had to endure(if you didn't you went to jail) in germany.

So as I was driving this company's cars, I had to reach the cars somehow. I did that by using my bike each day to drive to this place where the cars were parked.

I didn't have much to do with the other drivers, I talked to them from time to time but that was it. As it had already happened a few times in my life with other people, they started disrespecting me.

What followed was this situation when there is an elephant in the room and when you ask about it no one agrees with you, that it is there. So I kept on doing what I always did, driving, living my life. Once when I came back from a long drive I couldn't find my bike. I looked around everywhere but I couldn't find it. So I looked up and I found it in one of the trees. I climbed up and fetched it.

As we always had to report back at the end of the day, I drove back to the main station with my bike. I met a bunch of other drivers there.

I asked them who did it. Do you know this facial expression when the other person knows something about you that is not in your favor but doesn't tell you and pretends that everything was all right? At first nobody said anything, then there was this vague "he did it", pointing at some guy. But it was never said with conviction. And even if he actually did it, what should I have done to him? Sued him? Whatever legal measures I would have taken, it wouldn't have done any significant harm to him.

As you can see, there are more questions in this.
How do you deal with people, who know exactly what is going on but don't tell you and who draw joy out of seeing you struggle when they could end it with just a tiny information?
What do you do if someone else tells you that this or that guy did something when you didn't see it and he doesn't admit that?
And even if he actually did it, what should I have done to him? Sued him?

I confess that I fucked a friends wife behind his back. This picture is not her but looks like her to the point they could be twins.

I met both of them through a mutual friend and we hit it off immediately. He was a nice guy but was obviously a mismatch tor he woman he was married to. He was short and kinda fat...was very smart but was not very good at holding a job or manly pursuits. As for Susan (his wife) she and I had sparks at first sight. They married right out of HS and both attended a small private Christian school. The graduating class was only about 15 people. They dated and he being a bright guy seemed to be a smart choice for marriage.

I met them 4 years in when they were 22 and I was 25. It wasn't anything obvious at first...just a glance that lingered...a number of questions about who I was dating and what I thought about this or that. She often times seemed to show her frustrations with her husband around me. I would not say embarrassing him publically but simply that she was not very happy with how he conducted himself.

Early on I realized that she was a woman in turmoil and that if I made the right moves and hung around long enough she would probably would become "available". She was the type that you knew she had only ever been with her husband and this was a very small town. So there was no option of just making my move...I had to wait for her to be ready. I made the choice early on to do exactly that.

It took two years...two years of progressively more revealing looks and smiles. Two years of drinks and sly innuendo. Then it happened.

We often went out for drinks and sometimes dancing. She loved this 80's music club in a nearby city. Afterwards we often went back to their house and I slept in the garage on a couch they had out there. Her husband often drank too much and he had already passed out in their bedroom. I was making up the couch with sheets she had given me and she came out to see if I needed anything else....she always did that...but this time she sat down on the couch and wanted to talk a bit. Maybe it was the drinks..I am sure that helped..but mostly it was just the frustration of the wait. I made my move....I leaned into her as she was talking and kissed her and kept kissing her. She stiffened at first and her lips were clamped shut...but then she opened them slightly and then more.

It was amazingly delicious. It was not loving really..it was more of a animalistic desires that had been pent up..finally released. Within 2 minutes we were fucking on that couch and I was trying to fuck her into leaving her husband......hard....and she was loving it.

We had an affair for over a year when she told me she was pregnant but was unsure of who the father was. Having an abortion was not an option to her....she had strong convictions about that. She also told me she was going to break off the affair as the pregnancy had made her very guilty about what we were doing.

I blew town and have never went back. I still have no idea if that kid was mine or not. She had the best pussy....I can not even describe to you how good that sex was.

Friend & Companion....R u looking for same? - 47

age : 47 body : fit
Here in the Hudson Valley - Upbeat - employed white woman with a lot to offer the right man interested in meeting an intelligent guy over 40 who has his stuff together..

If you fall into any of these catergories I'll pass......................................:
serial dater - deadbeat dad - emotionally or financially unstable - socially awkward - unattractive and out of shape - poor dresser - still living at home with your parents - alcoholic - drug user - married - separated - in a relationship - inability to communicate - a history of DUI's or DWI's - convicted felon
Would like a couple of lines describing yourself and what you are looking for and a pic if available.
I AM REAL - REALLY

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THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY SEXY. I need advice and feedback.

I'm a 27 y.o. male and rent a house with my girlfriend. We've been together 2.5 years and I love her with all my heart. We plan to get married but she's only 21 and still in college full time (also working part time).

My 22(ish?) ex girlfriend just moved back to town. We dated for almost 3 years but she cheated on me a lot. We realized we're much better friends than we are in a relationship and that's how it's continued in the years since. She's like my little sister and the kid's life is just a train wreck. She moved in with my mom to help her get back on her feet and stay out of trouble. She has a lot of issues she needs to deal with and keeps getting distracted by her shitbag friends so she never gets her shit together.

My girlfriend is so not okay with our friendship, especially if we're hanging out and smoke a bowl (because I obviously will go mad and cheat on her). She said she was okay with the situation and even offered to let my ex stay with us for a while, but of course she was only saying that and didn't really mean it because she was under duress.

I need my ex girlfriend to be gone so that tranquility can return to my home, but she's not gonna be gone until she gets her shit together which she isn't going to do on her own. I also hate the idea that I have to abandon people I care about just because my girlfriend is insecure or doesn't like them. This isn't the first time her attitude has driven me away from a friendship and I feel like I'm failing my convictions to give in for the sake of having a happy home.

To make matters worse, my girlfriend and I are complete morons and so she's pregnant. Not far along but this isn't something we planned and so she's getting an abortion (the pill) this weekend. So obviously this is the worst time ever for all this ex girlfriend shit to be going on because this pregnancy is an emotionally draining experience on its own.

Last night I took the ex over to my best dealer's place so that way I don't have to be bothered with her always trying to see if I can hook her up. Meant it to just be an hour or so but people start rolling joints and busting out hang drums, the ex thinks my guy is really cute so she wants to hang; I'm itching to leave and get home to my girl because I know she's gonna be annoyed but you know what it's like at your guy's place. They're always just about to roll another one... So it wound up being more like 3 hours. Totally insensitive to my girlfriend's explicit discomfort with situations like that. Came home at midnight to a deserved bitching before a cold night's sleep.

What the fuck am I supposed to do here? Where do I draw the line between being insensitive and standing up for things that are important to me? Any advice on these things would be appreciated.

There is no US federal law on bestiality, and no federal court case has ever dealt with animal porn as a separate issue outside the scope of pornography in general. Thirty-seven states have laws prohibiting sex with animals (almost all of which have been passed in the years since state sodomy laws, which previously encompassed bestiality, were struck down in Lawrence v, Texas in 2003); in 20 of them, it is only a misdemeanor. No state has any law which specifically deals with the possession or viewing of animal porn; in every case where a prosecution has occurred, it has been under general-purpose obscenity laws wherein the community standard test is applied and no distinction is made for the particular subgenre of porn in question. There have been some convictions, but they are outnumbered by acquittals, and some of the new bestiality-centric state laws have been struck down as unconstitutional. There is nothing remotely resembling a nationwide legal consensus on whether possessing and viewing animal porn is, or should be, against the law. When Motherless management make statements to the contrary, they are either being intentionally disingenuous or they have horribly misunderstood something they were told by someone.