I so want to feel his cock inside me. I no sooner finish that thought when I feel Stuart kneel behind me. I feel his hard cock pushing...against my body. I arch my hips up and back letting him know I want him inside me. I feel his cock rubbing against my pussy lips. He leans over me and starts playing with my breasts, pulling and squeezing my nipples, before long they are rock hard under his touch. The feel of his cock against me is making me wetter and wetter and yet he continues. Mara has got to get bigger and stronger.I want to be like one of those Moslem militias, what do they call it, theMahdi Army. Get some bombs and rockets and shit, a kill the fucking mayateand drive them from our hoods. Like those Shiites killing the Sunni's. Grabup the mayate, torture them, kill them and dump their bodies on theirdoorsteps. That's what I want Mara to be."Where we going to get those bombs, Hector?" Maybe we hook up with some terrorists, get the shit from them." Bring the FBI. ”“Has a determination as to the tardiness of the State been made?”“No, your Honor. No message or extenuating circumstance has been received by this court.”“So noted.” She scribbled on a notepad. “The court will recess for fifteen minutes.”“All rise.”The State appeared as the judge was leaving her seat.The judge glared at the late arrival but continued to retire to chambers.When court reconvened, everyone was in their proper places as determined by seniority.The trial/hearing commenced.The State. ”Her mom just smiled a tired smile and sipped on her morning wine. “Ah, sweetie,” she said, “they’re certainly not necessary, but Teodoro likes to surround himself with pretty women.”Carolina nodded but only listened with half an ear, when she pulled out the short note from the envelope. It was a cheque. Not the usual birthday-voucher, but a real cheque, made out for a sum that made her head spin. “What...” she started stuttering. “That’s ... for me?”Her mom just shrugged again. “He probably.