Our Muslims were killed by the hands of Hindus. Thousands were injured, hundred of women raped, hundreds of our children molested. After the deaths an... 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. I knew his son was working at a fancy hospital up in mid-town and only did community work downtown when the spirit filled him with guilt at making all that loot.Strangely, we all snuck on the train, laughing at our impudence, and I explained over the rattle of the moving parts that, if push came to shove, we could solve the problem right there down on Canal Street. I think that was a big relief to Marsha but I also saw the trace of a tear in her eye and I knew she was not altogether sold on the. I looked down at all of the people in the quad, wondering what they would think if they looked up and saw us here. The thought made me even harder and hornier. I pressed the head of my cock up against the opening to her pussy, coating it with her juices. I slapped my cock against her clit, making her moan.‘Oh please fuck me! Stick that hard dick in my pussy!’ Yumi moaned, waving her ass at me. She bent down lower, one hand looped on the lowest rung of the railing, the other grabbing her ankle.. Michael sighed. It hadn't gone well, he guessed. Folding the newspaper, he set it aside and went to stand at the bottom of the stairs."Carol Ann?"He heard her sobbing in her bedroom."Carol Ann, are you okay?"More sobbing. Sighing resignedly, Michael climbed the stairs to the second floor and made his way down the hall to his daughter's bedroom door. He tapped on it lightly with his knuckles."Go away, Daddy," she sobbed. Michael shook his head. Where was his wife when he needed her? He tapped on.