She immediately stopped and went to see what happen. She found Lauren down on the floor of the stall in a daze. She was all right, but she received a ...ump on the side of her head. Mom helped her up and for the moment that they looked at each other’s naked bodies, they began to fantasize about each other.A few days later my mom approached Lauren about the situation. They shared their thoughts for a few minutes. Lauren then broke the ice and gave mom a big kiss and hug with her hands down. I was told this was where trash like me was kept. I thought that was it, but one of the men, who had dragged me outside, pulled me onto my knees by my hair, got his cock out, and told me to open my mouth. As I opened my mouth he began to piss, filling my mouth with his warm golden piss and showering my face with it. I swallowed a lot of it but it ran down my cheeks and neck, dripping onto my tits, and running down my belly and between my legs. This caused a huge round of applause, and of course. Her house is nearly 1 hour by train from my place. As I used to live in the hostel I didn’t have any vehicle. (I also preferred train in Mumbai due to traffic) Neha tried to call me, sent a lot of messages asking me a lot of questions. I ignored them all.I reached her house. I went to her flat and rang the doorbell. A middle-aged woman opened the door. Before she could ask something. I spoke.M: Namaste. I am a friend of Neha from her college. We were going to meet today for our project. But she. DREAMLANDSleep pours itselfInto my soul,And I slumber,My world a stageOf dreamersEnacting fantasies:Hermaphrodites delightIn their dual sex,Cavorting across sylvanLandscapes with satyrsAnd dryads long deadBut alive againIn the magic, miraculousFantasyland of the Secret SelfSwollen and erect.I wake, shuddering,My thighs wet,My cock stiff,My breasts full,Their nipples swollenTo bursting,My heart a hammerOn an anvil,My soul drained,My hooves muddy,And my bark clawedTo bloody shreds.Tomorrow night,.