I was up out and out of my seat when Spence stopped me. "At least empty your bladder before you go." "Fine, where is it?" I asked with a sigh. "It's i... the back." he said with a smile. "Oh and don't forget your ticket." I looked down as he slipped a paper ticket in my hand, the kind you'd get at the DMV or a supermarket Deli. With ticket in hand I followed the dimly lit hallway to a door with several other guys waiting. Next to the door was a digital sign that read "Now serving.." with a Green. " I nodded - my heritage was visibly obvious. "And you were adopted by a Japanese guy?" India is a popular tourist destination for many Asians." I pointed out. "And Agra is where the Taj Mahal is." It wasn't the 'where' that's been odd to me - it's the name!" The name?" Yeah! How'd you get a name like 'William'?" He chuckled. "Shouldn't it be 'Hadji' or 'Gandhi' or something? When Joey told me, I'd be flying in with 'William', I figured you'd look kind of British."I shrugged. "It was the name I. "Matt, stick that fucking cock of yours inside my fucking shithole right now; I cannot wait any longer." He was enjoying the taste of her shitty hole and her cum dripping from her pussy onto his chin more than he had ever before in his life but decided to do as his mother asked. Besides, he wanted to fuck the holy hell out of this perfect asshole. Getting up on his knees he aimed his member at her anal passage and wiped some flower petals off her backside. Scooping some of her cum from her. By the way, what really happened? All we had to go on was that girl’s, Ivy Wilkins’ story, and there was so much emotion, you know, anger, jealousy, and envy that I couldn’t pick out the true from the false.”“Frank,” I said, “remember when we were in the tenth grade, and you told me about the ‘Singularity?’ About how mankind was one day going to change so much that reports couldn’t be sent back because they wouldn’t make sense?” Frank nodded. “Well, it’s almost like that. There is a cultural.