She opened her eyes, and pulling her neck away a bit,thought, Hmm, this would make a good photo, as sheregarded her mushy form. Thinking about searchi...g forthe camera, she determined that things were a tritemessy; if she wanted it, she would have to hunt. Wow,we have really let things go this past week, andfeeling very determined, started to unwind her tangledlimbs. She began grabbing things with her hands andfeet, quickly stretching her arms and legs, depositingclothes back into the bedroom;. Instead he said as he lifted his finger tohis mouth and said, “God damn dude, that pussy is assweet as you said it was!” I should have been pissed but I was a little drunk andPaco’s fingers were great. Turns out he was in the lineof sight to see me prove that I had lost my panties. Itried to be mad at Scott but after a bit we were alllaughing about it. After a few more drinks Scott told me that we were allgoing back to the dorm to have some fun. He was givingthe orders and I. . Then came the end. The begging to stay, the pleading and rubbing herself against their crotches promising to obey them but it was no good. Now she was wandering, near-naked and hungry for cock. She saw him under the boxes. He was dirty, bearded, and disgusting. Homeless. A bum. ...But he was black man. Eglin City. The Southside. 2 Hours Later. The cloudless sky meant the moon shone bright, giving the alley some light. Officer Carol Kellerman switched on her flashlight as she checked. I remember the first time I touched his "pistol" as I called it. It was only maybe half the size of a mans little finger. It was great to play with it and watching with excitment as it started togrow longer and harder. I remember pulling back the skin that covers the head of his pistol. The head wasalways shinny, smooth and kinda moist to the touch.I was shaking so bad the first time that I kissed hispistol and was surprise that he jumped when I did itbecause it surprised him. He never.