Fifteen minutes later we get to this little bar. Before we get out of the truck, the guy hands me another little piece of mushroom. I am so fucked up ... didn't think twice and popped it in my mouth. We go in, I realize we must be on an Indian reservation because the place has a few slot machines on the wall. It's a small place, with a long bar, a few dinner tables, and a pool table. There is a little counter at a hole in the wall to order food. Well the bartender sees my friends. Everybody is. “Someone confuse you with a bike?” Laura laughed as Brad opened the door to her that evening.“Don’t ask…” Brad replied, but then proceeded to tell her everything, at least everything but the sex.“You look ridiculous,” she giggled, jangling his locks.They ordered takeaway and then moved to the lounge where Brad lay down on his back on the rug to relieve the weight of the locks on his shoulders. Giddy with wine, Laura stepped closer and provocatively looked down at her intriguing neighbour.Brad. I almost shot my load right there. My dick was never as sensitive as is was now. She started to rub my legs and a small moan escaped my lips. I was in heaven and didn't want her to stop. By this time Tonya was rubbing my tits and started to kiss me. I then felt Amy's hand on my cock and she started to suck me with a vengence. It wasn't long before she had her mouth full and I was sitting down because of the orgasm. It was the most intense feeling I had ever had. Then the tingle came back again. The routine went on throughout the day. Thankfully, Alexi was in my Physics class, and Olga was in my last class of the day, Russian. The teacher gave us our first assignment. We were to write about something that we experienced over the summer.When I started my assignment, I used my new word processor to prepare the report. I wrote about preparing for, and racing in the regatta with Todd. In the story, I wrote about the race and the strange reaction from the U.S. people, when I wore the USSR.