"Tierra... Tierra..."Ali mouthed the barely audible words, as she was jolted from the dream when the car jerked to a stop. A few moments passed as her...consciousness cleared. The dream felt so real as it always did. It appeared the car had come to rest in what was some sort of parking garage."Where are we? Tierra is here?" Oh good you are finally awake. You slept for quite awhile."Ali was oblivious to the complete avoidance of the question. Rather she felt somewhat embarrassed. The roller. Veep enjoyed seeing the sissy’s cheeks turn red. Without any notice he shoved the bitch against the wall and pushed his gigantic meat inside. The white boi screamed.“Take this big Black dick, white boi,” Veep commanded.The sissy replied, “Yes sir!”“You like being a li’l ho ass faggot?”“Yes sir.”“Stop movin’, bitch!”Veep hammered away fully aware that he had only been able to negotiate fifteen minutes with the sissy. When he got ready to cum, he pulled out and pushed the bitch to his knees. He. Surender then sat on the small rectangular stool. Avantika stood behind him and soaked her finger in the oil.She shyly placed her hand on her father-in-law’s shoulder. Surender closed his eyes and rested his head back. Avantika bit her lips as her father-in-law’s head rested just below her boobs. She moved her hand on his shoulders and slowly slipped them down to his chest.Surender pressed his head against her stomach as she twirled her finger through his hairy chest. Her hand brushed against. So, some mass protest, perhaps? Not at the ball, certainly. She’d thrown them a curve they weren’t expecting with that move. Further internet searches mentioned the ball, but no talk of a protest; and ordinary people couldn’t hide something that big from The Internet, but they would. There was nothing to protest anyway. Her publicist had found a historic preservation society that wanted to restore a few old landmarks; birthplace of a poet, some other stuff. Nothing controversial: a novelty.