”“You’re right. You drive a piece of shit car and live in a dinky house, but buy flowers all the time,” Greg said.He asked, “Do you want me ...o drop you off at the sports bar?”“Yeah, I’ll have a beer or two before going home,” Greg answered. It was his way of unwinding from a long day before facing a hostile home.Jim came to the sudden decision that it was time to make Greg understand. He said, “How about I take you to my home and then you walk home after you’ve met my wife? It’s only three. His primary experience had been as an immigration attorney, but they’d had an attorney specializing in family services who’d handled most of the legwork on the adoption.“So I’ll be a citizen at the end of the week?”“Yes. You’ve taken all the tests needed and, thanks to an unusually helpful FBI, you’ve passed the USCIS checks. I understand they had some concerns based around your ... previous guardians, but after a conversation with both the FBI and State Department, they discounted those. I was devastated.I drank a whole bottle of passed out on the couch surfing Grindr but not being brave enough to contact anyone. I woke up to the doorbell ringing several times. I rolled off the cheap pleather and went to get the door. When I opened the door, a tall latin guy from the cable company with thin black goatee gave me a warm smiled. "Sorry, am I early?" He asked when he saw how sleepy I was."No, come on in," I croaked. I showed him to the living room and told him I needed to take a. "Look at that," rang out a voice. " A shaved snatch!" "Smooth as a pool ball!" said another.Sandra turned her head in shame as she heard these remarks. Randy and Josh held her down against the felt surface of the pool table.The second of the two women, who had dark hair and eyes, leaned over between Sandra's wide open legs. She then ran her tongue over Sandra's pussy lips. Sandra shuddered from the touch. The woman flicked her tongue over Sandra's clit."Yo, Marcy, lick that slick cunt!" said a.