Stunned."Here's your quarter slut," the man, said, placing a quarter squarely inthe middle of his cum spurt on Nick's fat smooth belly. Now get the f...ckout of here."Nick looked at him with confusion in his eyes. "Couldn't I stay for awhile, please? I have nowhere to go." Go make your goddamn phone call, slut, and get out of here!"Phone call? Nick knew there was something about a phone call... but thatdidn't matter. Still, before he knew it, the man had pulled his pants upand was doing the. She groaned with each thrust as I banged her butt hard. She then began to shriek again as another orgasm tore through her; this girl loved being buttfucked. And buttfucked she was. I had moved my hands, positioning them on the bottom of her rib cage, pounding her harder and faster than I thought possible. The angle at which I was fucking her got me in deep, but, I wanted deeper. Five more pokes in her rear, and I pulled out, and turned her over, handing her ankles to her. I lined it up again,. "Being a smartass, Sam asked. "Could you take a camera with you onetime?" Certainly not," I said as I waved my finger disapprovingly.For the rest of the afternoon, all we talked and did was like any otherSunday afternoon for two teenage boys.That evening, Dr. Withers stopped by.When we were alone I got right to the point. "Have you found someone tohelp me?" Yes and no. I have spent most of the day calling people. The mainproblem is that your case is a very different from that of anyone. Imagine her as a really short teenager, and that’s about as close as I can think of. Maybe if you crossed her with a short, teenage Daryl Hannah, except without the wave in her hair, it would be nearly perfect. Oh, I don’t know. See why I hate that question? So for once in my life, I tried to nice and give people what they want. Don’t get used to it.Transiting the canal was a trippy experience. We had everything required, including the 4 ropes, each 200 feet long. The administration didn’t want.