The problem with immigrating to the United States was that there was a quota that restricted people from going north. I suppose if there was not a quo...a many of the people in Mexico would move to the United States. The quota only allowed a few poorer Mexicans to immigrate to the United States each year. It was funny but my father said that in order to immigrate to the United States you would have to be able to prove that you didn't need to. You had to have money, skills and a prospect for a. It brought back memories of times gone by when I hadn't been wealthy.Surprisingly, we went the whole day and night without sex. We were pretty busy of course, but one would have thought we would have kept on with the debauchery. I, for one had needed the break. I felt like my cock was going to fall off after the last few days, and I am sure Carl was feeling the same way.During the afternoon Julie and I had a long talk. We were discovering things about each other, learning about past times and. He bent down, pulled up his briefs and pants and covered himself again. He then bent down a second time, grabbed the condom and pulled it out of Sylvia's pussy. He made a knot in the condom and then put it away in a little plastic bag he had with him.He then looked at his friends and asked, "Who's next?" Me," the third soldier said and Sylvia's stomach turned when she heard him say this. It seemed like they all would have a go at her, like she had expected, even when she had hoped that it. ..which I took as being a good thing. I wasn't comfortable being a sex toy for guys after all I am a guy also, so why would I want to let another guy use me as his bitch. All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I walked home one Thursday evening. As I passed an alley way some one called out 'David, come here', at first it didn't register than it hit me like a ton of bricks. Back in the alley way stood Jerome in the shadows, I thought about running, but Jerome know where I lived. I.