She climaxed but deep down she felt something missing. It never fulfilled her completely, it never had. The wooden cock she had carved herself was sti...l in her hand as she drifted slowly off to sleep. The striped skirts lay in a heap at the foot of the mattress and the shirtwaist hung loosely on her tall frame. Somewhere during the night she woke up enough to get rid of the rest of her clothes. After that she slipped under the thick furs lined with cotton that served her as blankets. Next. That’s when the differences inour success with girls became more apparent. Tommy was able to get dates whenever he wanted to,but I could only rarely hook up. And from what Tommy told me, he was a lot more successful with thegirls than I ever was. Two of our other friends, Jeff and Mike, also had the same good luck with girls. Ihadn’t even been able to rub a girl’s tits. My friends sometimes talked about their experiences. They naturally enjoyed sucking the girls’ tits,fingering their pussies,. Eventually my eyes came to rest on the stage. On the small but imposing figure of Lydia herself. Lydia, with her dyed blue hair and miniskirt to match. Lydia, with her ripped, punk-rock top held together by delicate silver chains. Lydia, the lead singer of Tundra, was caressing the microphone with her lips and purring out an incredibly sexy song as she stared unblinkingly at me. There was no mistaking it. Even though I couldn’t rip my eyes off her, I could sense the disbelief of Sophie and Tara. In reality, when this was all over, and she finally got out of here, this Latino gangbanging would remain her secret, forever. She would be able to go home and put this behind her, without any remorse at all, just like she had done many times before. Heartened by this self-discovery, she concluded that all she was really faced with, right here and now, was the need to do what all females had to do, when inescapable necessity demanded it, grit her teeth and let herself get fucked, by whomever.