To be an American is something that happens inside your head. Once it is there, it isn't ever leaving. If you are an American, you know what I mean, e...pecially if you weren't born an American. But if you are from somewhere else and don't live in America, I promise you, you will never get it, even if you are a European. So I don't have my citizenship papers yet, but in my head, I know. I can come back to the Philippines, but now I will always be an American. It feels sweet.OK, enough of my riff. "Have I met your father, son?" Yes, sir ... I'm Bradley Seldon. My father is..." Seldon..." Wayne interrupted him. "Your father must be FBI Agent Thomas Seldon. Yes ... I know him ... he's a good man. He and his partner ... Charles Richards. Are they still partners?" he asked the young man when he noted a strange expression on his face.Brad frowned slightly at The Duke's comment. "Yes, sir ... they're still ... partners," he said quietly. "He and Uncle Charles have been partners and best. Alex was thoroughly impressed.Alex went back to his leisurely existence, lying like a bump on a log on the recliner, when his peace was again interrupted by a girl's voice from the new neighbors yard, "Hi. I take it you're the new neighbor?"Looking up Alex looked towards the voice peering over the bushes separating the two yards. She appeared to be his age with short brown hair, brown eyes, a smallchest, and a huge grin. Not a bathing beauty, thought Alex, but cute none the less. Alex, after. As I turned around Jasmine and Angela had become to get freaky together so I walked over to join them. I knelt down and began to lick Angela's sweet Black pussy. About a minute later, Bob kneeled next to me and began to savor Jasmine's cunt while fingering it. In less than a minute, I felt a pair of hands spreading my ass cheeks and then a tongue began probing my asshole with fervor. It felt so good that I really didn't care who it was!Steve then positioned himself over Jasmine and Angela.