Oops.“During the last administration — Obama — and the current one, we blew it on domestic terrorism. After 9/11 ... well you know what almost a...ll our focus was on.”“Islamic jihadists.”“With good reason. But we basically ignored the growing ranks of domestic terrorists.”Like Aaron Grayhock.“Winter, in the last fifteen years, the United States spent almost three trillion dollars on counterterrorism. From 2002 through ... let me see... 2017, Muslim extremists have killed about one hundred people. Fuck!! That felt so goddamned good. Then he pushed one finger inside my depths, twisting around, going in and out. Then, the pressure got greater as he inserted first a second then a third finger into my hole. I was thoroughly enjoying this, but I wanted more. I looked back at him and uttered the words that would send me to heaven. "Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me with that big cock."He smiled as he positioned himself. Slowly, he inserted his still spit slick cock. First, the head entered and he. "The serum works reasonably well, Superboy," he said. "It lasts for a bit more than a day at a time, but Brainiac thinks he might have a longer lasting formula in the works." "Could I borrow a bit of that serum, Mon-El?" asked Superboy. "I'm going to see if the references I'm looking for in the UP's databanks will work with the serum to give me immunity to all forms of Kryptonite." "Sure, Superboy," said Mon-El. "Wait right here and I'll go get you one of the vials." Superboy grabbed him by the. Plus, I liked that delighted smile she had whenever I surprised her like this. ‘Did you lose something?’ she said, indicating the taxi, as she exited the house. She wore her little black dress and heels. Her hair was up off her shoulders. She held a pocket book which matched the dress. She looked delectable. ‘No,’ I said. I held the cab door for her, enjoying the brush of her scent as she slipped past me. ‘I know just where I left it.’ The driver dropped us at a tiny restaurant a block from the.