"The centre survived because it was designated as a Refugee Processing Centre," the stout elderly woman explained. "The government needed holding stat...ons to house refugees before they were deported, but ours was a centre that made no attempt to hasten bureaucracy's exasperatingly slow processing."The centre had been used as a refuge for illegal immigrants since the Indo-Pakistani Nuclear War and continued to serve a similar function through the Stan Wars and the Wars of Secession in what had. ” When he opened his mouth, it sounded like someone had put on an old record, complete with the crackle and hiss before the song started. Derek looked around to see if anyone noticed the voice abnormality. Everyone else seemed to be staring at the stage as if caught in a trance. Derek felt an uneasy fear creep into him. Something wasn’t right and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He looked towards the stage where Paul McCartney still smiled at the audience the way a man smiles at a juicy steak. Around 1:45 Maria came over and said it was time to leave. While walking to Maria's ’ place I noticed that she looked great in a pair of jeans. Her ass looked so nice. We didn’t say too much while walking. We got to her place and walked inside. As soon as she closed the door, she pulled me toward her for a kiss. What a kiss too. She had nice soft lips and our tongues were exploring each other. While kissing, I reached under her t-shirt and started playing with her. .. but I was scared. Too nervous to even mention it. But what I did do was unzip my pants and begin to stroke my cock. I couldn't help it. Some firey passion came over me and I just started rubbing my cock with fury, never taking my eyes of her heavenly feet. I watched them write up and down, curling with pleasure and driving me absolutly crazy. I was seconds away from coming and I ripped my hand away from my cock to prevent it. I put myself into an ultimatum; I decided I would either do.