1. Rancho del i****to


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Anal, Mature, Taboo, Author: mind_warrior_2000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    &#034But, mom,&#034 I protested, &#034what about school? I only have half a year left before I graduate.&#034 &#034I told this man what a good student you are. He said that there is a nice school that would be happy to take you in and after you graduate he would be happy to help you get into a college. He is a very rich man, Manny.&#034 I was suddenly excited about this opportunity. My friends have all moved on to shady things and I hardly spoke to them any longer. The only thing I would be leaving behind in Los Angeles was Cecilia. Cecilia was a girl that I liked and we even kissed a few times. I didn't want to leave her, but I wanted to go to college more. Just like that, we gathered up what little possessions we owned and hit the road. After two days of traveling by bus we arrived at this ranch in Kansas. Mr. Roger Wilson was the owner of the ranch, and the man my mother spoke about. He was an elderly man with thinning gray hair. Upon meeting him, he struck me as a very pleasant gentleman, but I did notice him looking at me and my mom in a strange way. &#034Here is where you will live,&#034 said the ranch owner, after he showed us around. &#034Thank you very, very much, Señor Wilson,&#034 said my mom, sounding extremely sweet and polite. &#034Don't mention it,&#034 Mr. Wilson smiled at my mom. &#034Make yourself at home.&#034 We were given a large room with two beds in the servants' house. Several other Mexican servants lived in this house and we all had to share a ...
    kitchen and a bathroom. That didn't bother us, because our new room was twice the size of our apartment back in L. A. I quickly got used to my new life in Kansas. The school was much nicer and the teachers seemed to care more. I was the only Mexican k** in my class and at first k**s stared at me in surprise. Eventually, I was just one of the students, though nobody seemed eager to befriend me. It didn't matter much to me. Every day after school I would rush home and study hard. My mom became one of Mr. Wilson's maids. She seemed to take to her new work with great enthusiasm and she was even given a special uniform that she wore every day. Mr. Wilson would come visit us once in a while in the servants' house and chat with me briefly. When he learned that I was turning eighteen soon, he offered to throw me a birthday party. On the day I turned eighteen, all of the servants that lived on the ranch got together in the courtyard of the main estate. There was food and punch, and somebody brought out a guitar and played traditional Mexican tunes. I haven't had a birthday party this big since we left Mexico and I was very pleased with Mr. Wilson's friendly gesture. After we cut the cake, Mr. Wilson came over to talk to me. &#034So Manny, you are an adult now. How does it feel?&#034 he asked. &#034Doesn't feel much different, Mr. Wilson.&#034 &#034Please, call me Roger.&#034 Mr. Wilson smiled at me. &#034You certainly look like you've grown into a strong, young man. Your mother must be ...
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