It's all matted down and stiff as cardboard. It's going to take you forever to wash that out." What do you mean what happened? This wasn't you and you... friends?" You don't even remember who it was? Are you really such a cum whore that you lose track of-" I never forget a cock! I just mean that I just woke up like this. Most of the cum was already dried by the time I woke up. There must have been some ninja bukkake in the middle of the night." That sounds like the frat house down the block. They. .. But maybe... Maybe it's a characteristic of you little skinny guys." Sorry," I told her. "That's just not the case. Take me, for instance. You can't judge by the size of my hands or my feet -- which are pretty big, by the way. And you can't judge by my being thin and rangy -- like your friend Kevin was." I wouldn't mind, maybe doing the judging for myself," Betsy said, with an expression on her face that I won't even try to describe."You'd be disappointed," I told her -- truthfully. The man said, "Try to be careful with those; they are very expensive...", and said I could stack them by him if I needed some room for my wet feet.He said the pot was k** stuff, and asked me if I had ever tried poppers; I told him no, I didn't know what they were. He reached into his pocket and he handed me a little brown bottle. He told me to take two big sniffs, but I told him I didn't know what he meant. He said that was okay - the first time everybody needed some help. When he went to go. I found a comfortable rock to sit on and cast my lure out as far as I could. After casting in all the places that I could reach, I would sit and carefully study the world around me. The bright orange lichens, the green moss covered logs, and the red bark of the pines, all added to the beauty that surrounded me.I watched an eagle soaring off in the distance. I thought of how the male and female will free fall from great heights, locked together, in an incredible mating ritual. I had heard about.