States have the power to regulate marriage, not the Feds. Some states would end up allowing it, and some would ban it. I simply reiterated my position...that marriage is up to the states, not the Federal government.This didn’t sit well with the true believers on our side. Worse to come was when I got a call from Marty Adrianopolis in the office in Rayburn. I was in a motel room in Santa Fe when he called. “Hey, Marty, what’s up?”“I’ve got reporters around here sniffing around the place. It would. I found out later that I had a broken forearm and two cracked ribs along with several nasty bruises. The word got around and in short order the waiting room was mobbed with a bunch of girls from the squad. The nurses were puzzled by the response of so many girls until an orderly, who knew me, explained that I was the assistant coach of the cheerleading squad.I was wrapped up in bandages and a cast and after a few hours I was moved to a room in the hospital. Kim was with me all the way from the. Joan groaned and gasped and her breathing got more and more raspy as Andy teased each nipple with his mouth and fingers and mauled at her tits.He called her an old tart, a randy old bitch, a horny old granny, a dirty mother in law and with each name she seemed to grow wilder.Through gritted teeth she said,“Show me your hard cock darling” and she pushed him away.Andy stood and released his cock from the restraints of his jeans and boxers.His pre-cum had soaked the end of his cock and it. “How come you speak such good English?” Beckman asked the young Mexican girl.“My mother taught me and my brother from the age of six. She wanted us to be prepared for when we came to America,” the young girl answered.“How old are you?” Beckman asked.“Eighteen,” she replied.“What will you be willing to do if I do not deport you and your brother?” Beckman asked the beautiful young Mexican girl, but could not believe he had actually asked the question.This young beauty was so sweet and innocent,.