Their faded colors seeming to mirror my memories of the happy times we once shared. The masks, so like me, handsome and polished on one side, tragic a...d angry on the other. Some laugh and jeer at me while others weep for me. How I long for the anonymity and freedom of wearing those same masks at Mardi Gras. They protected me then. But even they cannot be used to hide me from what I have done. The worst of it is the animals. The stuffed animals mock me in their silence. They sit high upon their. "I am so sorry that I am making you so crazy. I'll do whatever I can to help make you uncrazy." He was quickening his pace on his cock. Before he could even say anything I knelt down between his legs and licked his balls. "oh god," he moaned.I heard a car. It made me think of my dad. I jumped up and ran out. It wasn't my dad, but it was another customer. "What do you want Johnny?" This father was trying to coax his 8 year old to pick a menu item. "Holy hell! Just fucking pick for. She had a daughter by one of the men she lived with, and when he took off, she set out to raise her daughter on her own. She got a good job at a telecommunications company, and did well. Her daughter was raised in a broad-minded and tolerant environment and grew into an intelligent and creative young woman. When she went off to Columbia University (on full scholarship, btw), Caroline quit her job and started waiting tables so she could have time to get her own degree in education. Along the way. As I was leaving the bathroom, Connie was entering and whispered, “I’ll wake you later with a surprise,” as she grinned from ear to ear.”It was all I could do not to smile as I headed for my sleeping bag. Once Megan and Connie got in their sleeping bags, and the lights were turned off. I removed my t-shirt and shorts inside my sleeping bag. I tried to stay awake but sleep quickly took me.I was having a marvelous dream about having my cock sucked nice and slow with extra attention being paid to.