"Colonel Matthews' accountant put a prepaid Visa card in the glove compartment for whenever you need gas," he finished, then quickly stepped behind Di...na."Go," Diana said, laughing at the trooper, but speaking to the others, "the three of you. Go try out your new car." Smiling, she closed Meg's door.Jeff tapped on the window and Meg turned the switch on and let the window down. "There's a note on the dash. We made reservations for you three at Martha's. Don't hurry back. Why not take in a show. I was young and in dire need of some hard cock. I was hanging out with another guy but nothing ever occurred. So one day I gabbed my friends ass he was always kinda feminine and he looked behind himself and licked his lips. My cock sprung to attention but nothing ever came of it.. I thought he was scared. So I overheard a conversation among friends of mine about how these fags would blow each other through holes in the mens bathroom at the Eastfield mall.So kind of horny and hungry for some. A commotion up the street got their attention. Drums rattled and whistles pieced the air. The samba parade was making it slow way down the blocked off street. Boyd could see the mass of the crowd move back as the obscured bodies of a dozen samba dancers processed through it. Their costume headdresses bobbed and weaved above the crowd, marking their progress. Eventually, the traditional regalia drew nigh and Boyd saw Fortuna amidst the action. Every part of her body was moving in time with the. It was the same perfect white open space from the lodge that first night, only a little bigger maybe. It followed the same routine as her first morning, him sitting down and emptying himself. Her washing him after and being left to clean herself while he dressed. These moments alone in the shower were the only times she even began to feel normal again. Like the water was washing her mind of what had happened the night before. Like it all might have been a terrible dream and she'd step out and.