" If I could learn to drive for real," Margarita said, "I could help you with the big truck!" Maybe I'll teach you to drive a car, and you could get a...real license, from the State of New Mexico," I said. "Driving the big rig might be a little ambitious, though, for right now."When we got back to Albuquerque, it wasn't long before Margarita proudly displayed, to Carol and Earl, her new documents, and explained to them that she was now Margarita Salazar.Later, when Margarita was out of the room,. It seemed a long time before the first people showed up. I didn't see them at first. All I heard was a boy's voice, "Holly shit, it's real. Come check this out. She's really naked!" Two young boys came into my field of view. They were really young. I'm not a good judge of age in kids but I'd guess they were both 14."Have you even been fucked yet?" One of the kids asked. The idea of being screwed by a little boy WAS a bit exciting. I smiled up and said they were the first. "I told you it would. I smiled as I wondered how Becky would respond to him after Randy. After several minutes Randy managed to disengage from his bitch. He looked at Anthony and padded over to him. “What are you doing” yelled Anthony and then moaned. Randy had begun licked his cock and balls. I watched amazed and then it dawned on me. He had been trained to do it. “Jack, you old devil” I said aloud “your wife wasn’t the only dog lover in the family”. Anthony seemed reluctant to stop Randy. It was Becky who called a. I would love having you back here,” said he teacher. Melissa, on the way back to her dorm, still thought about that lunch, that meeting. That was odd. She sure felt as if the professor was trying to come on to her, sort of. That’s never happened she thought. Never in a million years. Back at her dorm room, she sat down, and turned on some music. In her own little world, she started forgetting all about Fr. Dennis when out of nowhere, Traci came into the room. “Hi. I have a great idea,” Traci.