After the deaths and casualties of our Muslim brothers were accounted for, our beloved Syedna Tariq Bengaliwala arrived in Bombay for a short visit of...strategic mosques. By this time the first wave of violence had ended. He sent word to Prime Minister Rao in Delhi strongly condemning him. Our holiness labeled his regime ‘a mockery of secular government.’ Rao requested a meeting with the bavasaab, but our holiness refused, as dealing with hypocrites and liars is the act of Iblis.“The second wave. It was way too late to be a neighbor, so I was curious as to whom it might be. I jumped up and grabbed the towel I had thrown on the floor. I went to the front door intending only on glancing out the peep hole to see who it was. I nearly climaxed right there when I saw what was standing on the verandah.I couldn’t make out her face but she was dressed like something out of a porno movie. Breast jutting out, really tight jeans – a sheer red shirt that showed her perfect nipples straining against. Ursula will join her if she visits. I think she will. They get off on what he makes them do." Mom, I want to take the two of you to dinner. We need to visit Coach Hammer's house for the lifters' party. Then, we will come home. Neither of us wants to party with others tonight. We may lock the door to keep from being disturbed."Io said, "When they came in, both had been fucked and were leaking. Dare made them eat each other's creampies. There was no hesitation and they did it with gusto."Dare, I. ’ ‘It’s in the kitchen,’ I argued. ‘Like I said,’ she smirked. ‘Is it clean?’ ‘You want a bath?’ ‘I think I need one, Joe,’ she answered solemnly. It wasn’t about getting clean. ‘We’ll need to get naked.’ ‘Of course,’ she said nervously. I pulled her into my arms and made love to her mouth. It calmed her and excited her simultaneously. I broke it. ‘Just give me a minute,’ I said, heading the few steps to the kitchen sink and filling a couple of metal mixing bowls. I placed one on the clunking.