He would concentrate on the money, because to have money was to have power and control over one's own fate.As he stared at the growing stacks of rolle... quarters hidden in the wardrobe of his dorm room, a thought crossed his mind: the possibility of helping his dad make mortgage payments. Why not? If he continued with his new gig into the foreseeable future, why couldn't he use some of those quarters to give back to his dad?Mike pondered what to do. The problem with helping his parents was that. Brock rolled his eyes."It's the last time I let my agent make arrangements for me," he said. "I mean, geez, who needs this much room? I'm one guy. Everything I own could fit into the garage."Zoe smiled back at him. Despite his money and notoriety, Brock seemed as normal to her as anyone."I was thinking my whole apartment could fit in this room," she commented."Probably side by side with the last place I lived," Brock agreed. "I swear to God, the first time I walked in I hoped it had a map like. She pushed her ass deeper into my face to enjoy my licking. Her pussy started to get very wet. It was now time for me to fuck her in doggie nice and hard. I raised myself up and held her hips while positioning my cock at her pussy entrance. I pushed in slowly. She gasped as my cock was slightly curved up and her pussy was taking in the extra friction of the cock shape into her tight pussy walls. I slowly pushed my cock deep into her pussy and stayed there letting her pussy get used to my stiff. . don't know..."It was the answer that Lou half-expected -- but it certainly didn't help any. He finished his meal and got up and went to the boy's restroom and spent a long time looking in the mirror. What he saw was, well, androgynous -- not surprising, since his best friend had suddenly decided he was a girl. Maybe he should try to grow a moustache? Yeah, right -- with what? Did he really have boobs? His nipples were a little pointy, but did that count? Fat kids had a LOT more than he did....