"Can you walk me to the bathroom?" Sure,"We walked too fast for anyone to be able to make a request, and Anthony stood outside the stall while I peed....Sure enough, Trevino had managed to follow me in there."I've got another Request." You can't make them in the bathroom." Too fucking bad!" He grabbed me by the arm and I screamed. Anthony put a hand on him to get him off, but Jason turned around and punched him. It gave me just enough time to get away and to Biology. A few minutes into class, I. But I was on my way to the sand pit. *************** A little over four months ago, I came back to the real world. Back to the world of hot and cold running water and women. Back to the world of ice in your drinks and fast food and pizza. Back to the world of pretty girls wearing short skirts and bikinis. In short, I came back to the United States. I can’t tell you exactly where I had been, it’s supposed to be top secret. Just let me say that there was a lot of sand, a lot of heat, and a lot of. Not yet. I drew away and looked into his eyes, bringing my hands down to his jeans to undo them; without help they fell to his knees. His hand retreated from my underwear and my fingers trailed up his thigh and over his already stiff cock. A small moan escaped his lips and I pressed a little firmer, stroking his cock through his underwear. I was pleasantly encouraged by his apparent lust for me as I felt him growing even harder beneath my hands. I maintained eye contact for a moment as I fell. I hate that creepy voodoo stuff and never thought it would ever do anything for anyone. I was wrong!Since Liz turned 15 she has had a number of small illnesses. After seeing her Doctor time after time mom took her to the Santaroís and they prayed and prayed over her. I figured it was a con as mom had to pay for these pray sessions. I watched as they blew cigar smoke and poured rum around Liz and even sacrificed a chicken to their gods. Santeria is like Catholic Saints Name given to.