”While Border Patrol was looking to see if there was an actual list ... probably by computer ... Visa was doing the same.I think one could safely sa... that Visa can search the Internet with about the same assurance of access as the Border Patrol ... the Patrol controls the border ... Visa controls money. If one knows the proper passwords.Evidently ... Visa did.“Ooo, your mom was a naughty girl ... and why a newly sitting president thought YOU were guilty by association ... makes no sense. Visa. Straddling his lap now, but facing him rather than my usual position of facing away from my gay partners, Ai Ling presented me with the lubricant. I spent a few moments to lubricate my hole, pushing a couple of fingers in and out to loosen myself, since it had been a few months since my last buggering, then smeared Patricks cock with the clear gel. We were ready, and I was filled with my usual excited anticipation. I lowered myself down until I could push the tip of his cock against my puckered. In the afternoon there was a knock at the door.It was her. Now, she was in an orange sari and it was not covering her boobs properly. She asked very casually that did I had my breakfast / lunch. I said no. She came in my house and was enquiring why did not eat anything. I said that my mother had no time to prepare anything for me and I was not feeling very good to make myself something or to go to a hotel. She told me to come to her house and have my lunch. I said its okay I will manage. She. I was with a man at the time who I felt I loved, but still he never seemed to compare to my friend. “I love you,” He would tell him. “You know that right?” “Yeah I know,” I would answer. Dying inside to scream it back. “You are a great friend who I love dearly.” I hated him. So many times I was told that he loved me as a friend and that he cared about me. It broke my heart inside to hear these words. Here I am, out of this world in love with this man and he tells me that he loves me so much.