All the guys were in the mid-twenties.All of them were good looking and very huge. I took my seat and put my things under the seat. As I bent down, my...ass was clearly visible to all of them. They all were staring at my ass.I sat on my seat and I knew they were looking at my boobs. I didn’t say anything because I was alone and didn’t want a fight. So, I ignored and started reading a book. One of them whose name was Peyush started talking to me.Peyush – Hi, my name is Peyush.Me – Hi, I am. And this stud hadn't even cum yet! Was I ever in heaven! His meat was throbbing wildly, when I came, my second orgasmic scream, this time muffled by his thick, black meat. Meat that made a sensual plopping sound as he pulled it out of my mouth, with me gasping wildly for air, as he spun around and positioned himself for entry. He asked "I don't have a condom."I didn't care, as I said with a hoarse voice, "Just fuck me."And boy did he! I came as soon as his sausage bottomed out, my nails digging. I would look at the dying Jesus and wonder what kind of sick, sadistic culture would worship a man in unending torture? I once placed a cloth over it just to give Christ some privacy in his endless suffering. Mom beat my ass of course, saying I was disrespecting Jesus by covering him up. I thought I was giving him some amount of dignity since I was always fully clothed while he was half naked and bleeding. But yes we moved around a lot. I never saw much of my blood relatives. I saw an uncle. ’ ‘It hasn’t rained in six seasons, yet we wait for them. We wait for what? For your magic, for you to relearn your soul? Dance, sing, throw yourself from these rocks, do something. They’re dying!’ Ebbe looked down over the village as the long shadows stretched to night. In the twilight he counted the many sacred fires, each one showing where a sick child lay. One by one they were slipping through his fingers like the dust, becoming the earth once again. He could save them, he had saved them.