I slipped out and went to my fraternity brother. "I don't understand. I thought Karen Kell was much better."He told me. "Look; most of what Miss Alaba...ma does is small town public relations events like farm shows, supermarket openings, meetings, and county fairs. My guess is that the judges thought Karen wouldn't be good at that. That's not what they would say, but that's my guess."I went to Karen's parents. Her mother said, "Karen's going to be devastated."Her father said, "How could they pick. Our fondling was reaching a feverish pitch and we were almost biting each other’s tongues and the lips. Our fantasies were held for so long that only kissing, sucking the tongues and fondling the breasts was not enough and we needed a much more violent way to express our true emotions and get a relief. Her skirt came off relatively easier than my pants. By the time I was naked, she was spread eagle on the rug like a true cock whore, her legs parted wide and her hands were stretched to welcome. It wasn’t even that she again spent almost two hours with her front hooves against the back wall totally emptying herself. It was the fact that with her front hooves in place she couldn’t cum. The hoof gloves totally encased her fingers and the hooves on the end of the gloves were too heavy and rough to stroke herself. The leather of the gloves was even too rough to rub against her cleft. So after the pill and suppository had done their thing and Nicole had cleaned herself off in the big trough. They turned to look at me.“She wrote most of this when she was 14 years old,” I confided.“No shit,” Dom mumbled as he shook his head. We stopped the conversation and just listened. Liz was correct: The music was rough. At least they were smart enough to know they were just the sidelight to the vocalist. The drummer set a soft beat and didn’t launching into a stick-tossing solo act. The pianist just stayed with major chords that didn’t clash with the singer. The second guitarist seemed happy to.