.." "My exploring fingers found the state of my prison to be..." A1: Voluminously Filled With Silk And Dried Herbs.A2: Tattered, Torn, And Mouldering,...With A Cloying Reak Of Mildew And DecayA3: Made Of Well Sanded Pine Covered With Cotton Held On With Staples.A4: Decorated Along It's Sides With What My Probing Fingers Revealed To My Mind's Eye As Death's Head's And Ankhs."and my body to have the characteristics of,"B1: Small 'cute' lips, a little flat-ish 'snub' nose, small square teeth, a. I started to protest, but Lori grabbed my scrotum and said. “Quit being a baby”.With that I completed dressing in the tux with Lori tying the bow tie, slapping some after-shave on me, and then handing me a Rolex to put on my wrist. Standing in front of the mirror, I do say that I was transformed in to a young good looking cosmopolitan stud. Lori guided me out to the living room just in time for Mrs. Wagner to enter She was stunning! Her black hair pulled tight into a ponytail on one side, yet. I know. Jasmine Harper is gone for the afternoon. School conference. You know where her office is?" Did you let her fuck you too?" Laura grinned.Yvette grimaced."Only kidding. Yes, I know where it is." Meet me there at three?"Laura nearly went into meltdown on the spot. "Yes," she half- croaked, already beginning to tremble with lust.Just existing until three was hard, let alone getting any work done. She thought of Yvette, of the wild pleasure they had given one another in the past, of that. Just a matter of having a good time. A change of ideas, nothing more. So there we were. Staying in a youth hostel. Don't say it... Twenty five and spending nights in youth hostels. But what do you expect from a bunch of poor students? Haha. The cool thing is that we were four guys sleeping in a dorm designed to host something like thirty people. We were all alone. It was mid-season. Can you imagine that pillow fight? Probably one of my best memories, I guess. But nothing compared to what.