What could be of any interest there? I liked boys. I liked dicks, even though I’d only held two. But that was enough to know I really wanted to hold...another two or three sometime soon. Preferably ones belonging to, oh, any number of movie stars.” "Not mine?" I teased her.She laughed and said, "Didn't know ya, babe." We chuckled and she continued, “Though about that time I started thinking about the dicks themselves. I hadn’t paid that much attention to them before, you know. I was focused on. As they crossed the street to enter the hotel they both noticed a small shop a little further down the road, past the hotel."Hey, let's try, it looks like it's got lots of stuff!" said Emma, pullingLauren with her. The shop indeed was packed to the ceiling with tourist memorabilia, from American shot glasses to castanets, rugs, blankets, Mexican hats, ponchos and everything else that may or may not be connected with Venezuela.Lauren examined the goods with great interest, tempted almost to buy. Instead it is Carol’s mouth I find wrapped around my cock when I wake up. Carol was my reluctant girl. I had to be careful not to push her too far. That isn’t the case anymore. Ever since the jocks tried to kill me and I fought my injuries to stay conscious and make sure she was taken care of, she has become a new woman and gave herself to me mind, body and soul.As soon as she sees my eyes open, she mounts me. She takes great pleasure, moaning as my man meat impales her. Even more important to. She wore a loose black tee shirt, ripped black jeans, wide black leather wristbands with metal studs, and funky black boots with lots of buckles. Her freckles softened the look, however, and thankfully she stayed away from the signature black lipstick most Goth girls seemed to favor. ‘I don’t really care either way. In honor of you, I’ll change my answer – Go Badgers!’ ‘Nothing like a guy with loyalty,’ she said sarcastically. I could see she was a handful. I liked that in a girl. ‘You go to.