Damn ,I thought who in the Hell can fuck that hard for that long without stopping? He finally got his nut and stood up...shit that boy was hung ! I we...t into our bed room and crawled into bed and played asleep. I heard the pattio door open and they came in, they where trying to be quiet but the quiet that a drunk person does isn't very quiet. She walked out to the truck with him then after about ten minutes I heard her come in the front door. She was bumping into everything as she came down the. With the crush there was no chance I would make it to the carriage Sandy had entered so I forced my way into the nearest door.The doors closed with not a little difficulty and then the train trundled out of the station. Crammed in against the other travellers I could only wish that one of them were Sandy.I'd met Sandra first at my primary school. Even then she was the prettiest girl in the class. I'm not saying everybody thought so but I did. Okay, I suppose it was a school-boy crush. Sandra,. ..Each of them made several purchases, and the girls were bought new bathing suits, bikini, of course. (WHY let such magnificent bodies go unseen.) Pam got a wild weasel thong. She had decided, after a good dose of Albert, that keeping her pussy shaved, was the way to go. She LOVED the way he ate her out. The way he fucked her afterwards was, also, fantastic. So much for "kissing cousins." Each of then were gifted several pairs of slacks, blouses of all sorts, leggings, and numerous pairs of. They searched for love and adventure in Mexico, PuertoRico and Honduras. Coincidentally I had taken vacations and a collegeterm abroad in the same places. Miner House had agreed to publish myfirst novel, The Rialto Girls, and I was waiting for the final draft,cover illustration and all, to arrive in the mail. I was working onrewriting another novel for them. Or I had been.Now it was different. Corrita seemed a charade. The urgency I felt todress and act as Corrita was gone. The flow of words.