Maine v dekh na karte huye apne land ko aunty ke chut par ragarna suru kar diya aunty madhhos hone lagi aur bolne lagi aur mat tarpao ghusa to pura ap...a land meri chut me phar dalo meri chut ko aur bolne lagi hay marr gayi ssssss aah aaah ki awaje karne lagi. Maine v ek jor kar jhatka mara aur aadha land andar dal diya aunty chillane lagi bolne lagi nikalo nikalo bahut dard ho hai marr gayi phat gayi meri chut harami nikal jaldi, mai v kaha manne wala tha maine dhire dhire karke apna land andar. She felt Lorraine’s hand rub her ass, then land the first blow. This coincided with a sharp jolt from the dildos in her ass and pussy, as well as the vibrator going off. The first blow was followed by eleven more. “Are you getting excited?” “Yes Mistress.” “Would you like to cum?” “Very much Mistress.” “Very well then. I will apply another dozen strokes, and you must cum by the time I am through. Oh, you may not touch yourself.” “Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” The shocks stopped, but. Hmmm, should probably buy an SUV with the four adults and three kids. But I had my mind set on a truck. The inside was nice. All the gauges, a fancy looking radio/CD player that had a Bose sticker glared out. Then I noticed cruise control and tilt wheel too."Geez, this is fancy. Has everything a car could have. Probably could order one of these with a sunroof too." I gushed.The salesman smiled, put the key in the ignition, started the truck with a purr, pushed a button on the dash and a panel. Why papers matter more than people?”She explains, and it is long and slow, but at last I begin to understand some.It appears that in this time people have divided the world into pieces that they call countries. There are many countries, and those in one do not trust those in any of the others. Each wishes that in its territory only those who are born there will live, or those who come in through some complicated way that involves these papers.This is the feeling, she tells me, that makes such.