I asked, “kya hua” what happened. He said, “there is a man fucking a randi (whore)”I knew who they were but I acted calm and asked, “why are... you telling me?”.He said, “let both of us also fuck her”. I said, “I don’t like to fuck a randi, you go and fuck if you want”. The reason behind was that the muslim guy may recognize me and that can cause damage to both of us and our social status as well.He said, “gaya tha par wo salle mulle ne maar ke bhaga diya or waise bhi randi nahi lagti mast dikh. You do anything to change people's minds so they too can believe.The protesters were good people. They were churchgoers, community helpers, and all around good citizens. They took time out of their busy schedules to protest "the murder clinics" all over town. Someone would go on Mondays. Some on Tuesdays, and so on. They did take Sundays off to go to church and let God know about the good deeds they had accomplished that week. They were decent people, just trying to better this world.When I. '" I gave her a playfully sarcastic look like I was considering itand said, "okay, but that's it. Nothing else." I took off my capelet.She chuckled and wiggled her shoulders, then slowly planted her face intothe v-neck of my shirt. She squeezed my tits with her head in between themlong enough to get a lasting impression, and for one of them to fall out ofmy demi-bra. Then pulled up saying, "somebody's going to get a treattonight, all that lingerie. It's not Ben, is it?" Heh, is the kind of guy. "That's okay, we will take it nice and slow," said Gina pleased that her son had not rejected the idea.As they were talking, Gina removed Ryan's trousers and underpants which were halfway down his legs in any case, "Shall we go to my room?" said Gina getting off the bed and as she reached Ryan's bedroom door she raised her dress at the back to reveal her large bare arse.She smiled back over her shoulder as Ryan struggled off his bed and Gina was pleased to see that his cock was close to full.