"The stranger sat down and said, "I am Graciana. Before all this started, I lived in Guatemala City and was finishing college. My parents were killed ...y those locos. My brother is missing. He was working in Mexico City and I haven't heard from him since a week after the tsunami. He was going to try to make it home. After that, calls to him went straight to voice mail."My parents were walking one day and the locos just shot them. I saw it but there was nothing I could do. I have been tracking. And who do I see sitting at the wheel other than the spitting image of Michael J Fox, a man that, I'm convinced, has a very small penis (NOTE: written before he came down with Parkinson's so don't get mad at me). Not only that but tiny people look absolutely ridiculous riding behind massive vehicles. The only people driving hummers should be people that resemble Jessy Ventura from "predator" who constantly chew tobacco and say things like "Goddamn tyrannosaurus." You know what, I take that. In fact, she was looking at her hand in Emi’s, almost fascinated by it. Emi put her other hand over Natasha’s and gave it a squeeze. Natasha then looked up and the 2 girls smiled at each other. Their connection was broken by the Mrs. Whitman’s voice. ‘Okay, we are ready for our two stars on the set. Ladies, if you please.’ Natasha tried to withdraw her hand, but Emi held it for another second causing Tasha to look her in the eye one more time. They smiled again before Emi let Tasha go and they. “Fuck,” I breathed out as I looked at her wrecked pussy. “She went fucking crazy for it when I forced it in,” Lisa explained, clearly excited by their accomplishment. “She squirted everywhere!”Lisa gestured to her uniform which I now noticed was soaked, making her white shirt see through. I licked my lips, her tits looked good. Melia groaned, distracting me from my thoughts. “You okay sissy?” Lisa asked her, kneeling down by Melia’s side. Melia nodded and reached down to feel her stretched.