"I am not illegal now, I am citizen. Many years ago there was a time when this was offered to those who had been here for long time, amnesty they call...ed it." He stumbled slightly over the word. "It was not then as it is now, you understand."That one I understood all right. Amnesty about immigration had become the "a-word," not to be uttered aloud in certain circles. The idea of the current crop of illegals being offered any path at all to citizenship, no matter how torturous, was regarded by. " Until then, the thought of going to see spotty Paul at the charity shop had never seriously occurred to her, but as she said the words to her mom, she realised that she really did want to go and see him and see what happened. Once again, the memory of her very blatant exhibitionism the day before caused her to blush slightly, and hope her mom didn't look up from the newspaper to spot her obvious reaction. Little did she know that a penchant for exhibitionism was one of the many things she had. But since the vibrations didn’t stop, another one rolled over her before the first one had a chance to completely ebb. And then another. The humiliation at enjoying her predicament, of knowing some stranger was watching her, grew and fed into her arousal which made the orgasms all that much more intense. Within a few moments all she could think about how her throbbing clit and needy cunt and wonder if they would ever be satisfied. She had totally forgotten about the subliminals further feeding. Ahem.."starting" (whoop cock out joke) it opened as the young girl (unnamed yet) turned on her stereo or cheap IPOD music tower to the song "Roundabout" by "YES" old classic that at the time i wasn't into but who cared if this girl can make me start liking a classic rock song with kick-ass bass then count me in..she gathered herself up a bit and started slowly picking up to the songs slow start ..SHOWING AND TURNING her whole body around so u can see what You're getting into in this CYBER.