We kissed goodnight, and I caressed her firm form affectionately. She wriggled like a puppy, and ran her hand down my shirtfront, and back up, beneath... my sweatshirt, and against my skin. The coolness of her hand made me gasp, and she giggled."Poor boy, I guess I'll have to warm you up!", as she batted her brown eyes at me in the lantern light. Matching deeds to words, she reversed course, and slid her cool hand beneath my sweatpants, and traced the outline of my hardening tool. "Oohh! Somebody. “What prompted this?” Ron asked.“Well, we always thought having a green card meant you were safe,” Gloria replied. “Not any more. This current administration is looking for any and every excuse to deport people, even those holding green cards. Just recently, it was on the news -- a man who came here from Poland as a wee lad and held a green card for decades ... a doctor he was, and saving lives, too. The ICE arrested and deported him for trouble he was in as a teen. It’s terrible.”“I’m sure you. The entire time he was pounding me I was already envisioning my next encounter with Otto and I came hard. At the same time it felt like he deposited the largest load of seed in me that he’s ever given me.On Friday, I had a brief chance to talk to Otto and filled him in on what had happened. I could tell he was excited. He told me that his parents were both working on Saturday and that he was planning on sunning himself in the morning. I told him I would pretend like I saw him for the first time. "Where exactly is the men's room?" Jan had a curious look on her face when Mike finally returned. "Outside. Can you believe a classy place like this doesn't have indoor men's rooms?" Mike grinned broadly and Jan knew he was up to something. The band started to get ready for the last set. The lights in the club were reduced even more than they had previously been. Mike leaned across the table towards Jan, who also leaned in for a long kiss over the table. Jan could feel Mike's.