"Grannie, it's been a really long day. I'll tell you all about it after I get a shower." She motioned to the red-faced man beside her. "And this is Fi...n. You remember Finn Andrews from high school, don't you?" Finn Andrews?" Grannie squinted through her glasses in his direction. "Isn't he that boy who liked to shoot at ducks in the park with those model rockets?" Yes, Grannie, that's him, but I think he was like ten years old. I'm pretty sure he doesn't do that anymore. Can we go inside,. The scents of their feted cocks, some of them unwashed after long journeys through the hot desert, caused her stomach to turn and she groaned in her sleep not wanting to give up the good sensations of the dream. She focused on the gentle feel of the gentle sea-breeze and the softness of everything, the pillows, the air, her skin, the lover’s touch, moving over her frame, the kisses searching down her neck to her breasts, lovingly focusing on her nipples. She smiled in her sleep at the vividness. The third lady in our group was Gina Urich. Gina was somewhere between Greta and Kelli in height with blonde hair and very light blue eyes. Her Husband Wyatt helped me load my pack in the back of the van. He was about six feet tall with jet black hair and brown eyes. His hair and nose suggested some Native American ancestry, or maybe Middle Eastern. It was always easy to make assumptions based on physical stereotypes. Our other two adventurers were Sid Simpson and his partner Ryan Thedescu. Sid. ?Oh, sure! We?ve got ones like that. And we could actually put that one on one of the belts if you?d like.? Marietta said. ?You think you?re the only Asian KuKu here? All the types of KuKus have their special strengths and weaknesses. Having a small box is nothing to be ashamed about.??Thanks.? Alan said awkwardly. ?And yes, I?d like to use Roc?I mean this one.??Rock?? Marietta said. ?Is that what you call it???Yes.? Alan sighed. ?Is that stupid or what???No, it?s kind of cute actually.?.