But John had been to "The City", as locals called it, many times, and knew this was par for the course here."Detroit. Parlour car service?" John asked..., knowing that to show warmth in this situation would merely confuse the ticket agent, and show him out to not fit in.John had been expecting this. What he hadn't been expecting was what came next."This is your lucky day," the agent smiled, visibly perking up when he realized John was not just a commuter riding one of Penn Central's commuter. Me: thank you for your help, I surely didn’t expect the police to be so nasty.- he smiled -Him: this? No, my friend, this is nothing compared to what we’ve been through and to what happens at night when the volunteers aren’t around. They beat us and try to deport us i*****lly out of the EU border. I am tired and humiliated from this journey, as if leaving my homeland wasn’t bad enough already…- he frowns-Me: well… I’m sorry to hear this. If you want, I can call the media and ask the…- he. Phil’s was about 5 inches hard and mine was about 4 inches. We were all on the floor of my living room fucking and sucking anyone we could. The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room. Every now and then you would hear the sounds of quiet moaning. My living room floor was a sea of squirming bodies. The scent of man filled the air. SUCKING, SLURPING, KISSING, FUCKING, MOANING, HEAVY BREATHING, HEARTS RACING WE HAD IT ALL. I thought to my self "was this a dream?" All my nasty gay fantasies. I remained laying on the bed wondering what happened last night was a dream or not. The fact that I was naked confirmed to me that it wasn’t just a dream. Then I heard the sound of falling water that comes from the bathroom and to my surprise, the door was half open, I saw it like an invitation. I went in the bathroom, she was talking her shower and the curtain was pulled, so I could only saw her silhouette :ME : Good morning, princess.MAMI : Good morning, she replied in a lovely voice without.