.curiously 'relieved.' I thought of Omar just then, thousands of miles to the south of where Mara and I were; and that it was HIS sperm that had impre...nated Mara, not mine; and this sent a thrill running through me. That, I found myself thinking, is the best, and even perhaps the ONLY way that Mara and I could do anything against the ugliness of white racism. When she and I had flown back home after being with Omar in Kenya, the thought occurred to, while in-flight, that customs would know. The lights were off so it was difficult to see. After a few moments though, Miss Patriot’s eyes adjusted, and she could make out broken glass on the floor and smashed jewelry cases all around the store. Looking around, she noticed that whoever broke in did not try to enter the vault, where the most expensive jewelry was kept. No this was more of a quick smash and grab. The heroine noticed a piece of paper on the ground, picking it up, Miss Patriot saw that it contained directions to what. Cruising tinder for gay bois dressed as hot sluts craving cock in their tight hot holes.Aggressive with dick.She sat next to me on the bed, she kissed pecked on my lips and started feeling the bulge in my pants. I was drinking a rice wine. She didn't want any. I guess I thought a little alcohol would help me not lose my nut to the heavenly feeling of boi pussy the second I get the head of my penis inside her wanting anus. She was a slut, they all want dick in their ass, they want to feel it. Fortunately, she had it off, because it was about 6am in South America and she wasn’t exactly tolerant with my mistakes.I walked home, locked into my room and played female sumo on the old VHS. This was better for slow-motion replays but nasty, shaky rubbish for stills.Three soaked hankies latter I looked at the alarm clock, dressed up and had a fifty-minute long-distance call from mum’s phone with Luna.Gabriel’s family was taking her out for hiking in the Pampa, ending up with a local dinner.