I grew up in what would most likely be called a disadvantaged home. My father was a laborer and my mother was a house keeper. You see, were came to the US from Mexico illegally and had to pretty much stay under the radar. I had an uneventful chood, my family was close and my
Mike sat on the sofa in Ali’s apartment. He looked at the clock. 5:45. Good. She would be home soon. In anticipation, Mike undressed. His 9-inch cock was already beginning to harden. Soon, he heard her car in the parking lot. Ali put her key in the lock and opened the door, step- ping inside.
“I can take you to the place you seek,” the Arab girl whispered. Professor Montana Smith eyed her skeptically. It was hard to judge if she was lying, as all he could see of her face was the dark liquid pools of her eyes above that veil. Although he had been in the kingdom for
The headlights came up behind me fast and close. Afraid I was going to be rear ended, I pulled over and let him pass. The green Border Patrol van sped past me. “Asshole!” I thought. “He didn’t have to do that.” Ahead almost out of sight, the van pulled over, U-turned and came rushing back