Blankenship grins, and replies “Ya—str8 up that punks guts” ! Indian sex I glance over at Blankenship and inquire, “I thought you was like super str8 dawg”? I unzip the flap and step in, then turn to zip it back up. I notice Andre picking up a tee off the floor, and I exclaim to him “uh uh dawg—bring me that sloppy dick”. I’m laughing so hard now I got tears flowing from my eyes, and snot pouring from my nose. Turning back around, Andre’s shinny black ass is almost in my face. Finally he lets it roll out, real soft, and slow— “Well, counting last night, and through today—11”. The rain continues as the day slowly drags on. Dustin continues his attack on Johnny’s flooded guts, and Andre and me just giggle, as we wipe up a bit and exit the tent. Camping Out PT 7
I approach Dustin’s tent, and give a rap on the block of wood near the entry.
