As much as I want to call Frank and about twenty other men I know, all that would do is put all of us in prison." But that man back there..."Howard st...pped her. He hated it, but he could do nothing. He tried to explain about the problem of illegal immigration. There weren't enough Border Patrol agents. They might apprehend a few, deport them, but they came back again, and again, and again.Railroad cars, coming from Central America were covered with those men, riding on top of the cars, hanging. Soon she guided my hand to her vagina and pushed in.I continued the up and down.Soon she moved her ass with my rhythm , but very slowly. I pressed her ass with other hand . When I tried to move my hand to her asshole , she restricted my hand. I tried once more , but the same thing continued.I kept pushing her vagina for some 15 minutes , and she held my hand and did not let go. She pushed it vigorously like a stick . and soon some sticky juice came out.She closed her eyes and bit my shoulder. I. If you wanted to keep having sex with Tiffany – if it made you happy – I’d be OK with it. If you want to sample Molly – and it made both of you happy – I’d enjoy it. If Katelyn works up the courage to admit she’d really like to be as close to a lover as she is to you, I’d be good with it. If we had all ended up in a pile last night I would still be happy this morning so long as I got to wake up with you like this. Am I going crazy?”“You’re learning what it’s like to have real friends,” Phil. I waited patiently and even said thank youand have a nice day to the kid behind the counter. I quietly took my foodand while my brain told me I wanted more the salad was more than I couldeat so I finished what I could and headed home. I got home and Heather was headed out the door telling me she wasspending the night at Amy's so Don and I could have some privacy tonight.So it was Don that left my thighs sticky I thought as I headed back to mybedroom. I looked at the clock and it was already.