I looked at various sites on the internet for plane tickets to South America while lying on a double bed. Next to me a loud, plump quintessential Spanish woman with black hair,a corset top and black knickers on knelt beside me. I could sense a male presence in the room. She started ranting in Spanish,something about "poquito". I returned the banter with a couple Portuguese phrases like "tash Fish,Ta bong,toet beng". I watched as the computer visualization on the screen was flying (or was I??) over the Earth and started moving through the depths of the Amazon jungle. I observed entranced. (Scene change) I sat in a toilet cubicle with Brandon,and old friend,while he showed me the new cellphone designs. He then takes a medium sized onion out of his pocket and proceeds to cut it in half with a sharp knife. According to him this was the new telephonic device of choice.
I'm in A&P and my professor mentions that he's in my brother's class.....I think he wanted me to have him hook him up or something, but I didn't say anything. Later, I met up with my brother. He was picking up his car. I think the people there hooked him up with food or something. I thought he may have needed someone to take him, but there was some random guy sitting in the middle seat between my nephews....it was creepy. I'm at a bar, watching some stage performer named Tookoolu. She's singing a song and nearly instantly changing into various outfits. Someone was saying she was totally awesome, but I wasn't feeling it. I mean she was totally hot, but that's all she had going for her other than stage performance. This other lady came out all of a sudden. She was tall, Spanish, and she had long flowing hair. Apparently she was someone famous. I didn't care really, but she was pretty aggressive in a cool way. There were two other people with me in this small room. Both Spanish....both super old. I'm not sure who they were, but they knew her. As she went along and asked me twenty questions about sex...we drank, we laughed, we got naked. I have no idea why or what caused that, but we didn't care. She was telling me about the plastic surgeries she had. Something about having back fat lifted to tighten up the stomach. I reached towards my back, and pulled up skin, and tried to see if it had any effect. I noticed my penis was bouncing up and down. She noticed too.....and it was go time. *following get's really weird/graphic awkward* I was fully erect, and she said if I could enter her while standing up, then we could have sex. She was facing me, and I was rubbing it between her legs so she could get wetter, and finally I slid it in. She grimaced, and I obviously enjoyed that look on her face. Finally someone so in control...finally broken down by the basics. Well it didn't last long. Me that is....I started losing my erection, and she started talking trash. I told her to suck it, and she did. I started rubbing her, and she told me to stop, because she wanted me to enjoy this and not take my mind off of what I needed to do. It doesn't take much, and I'm back up. She gets on the ground, and lies on her side, and I come up behind her, and enter...... *even weirder* My penis is like a long air hose, and it traveled inside her, but there was a clear bag that I guess extended her uterus on the outside of her. My penis curled up inside of it. Shit was really really really weird. Once we were finished, she was talking about how it was shaped, and I told her "well I didn't hear you complaining about it when it was inside you". We both laughed, and she said something about differences in people with money and the people who don't. It was supposed to be some profound statement about money. After that she wanted me to drink with her some more. One of the old men filled up a bucket of beer. He took a big swig, rinsed it in his mouth, and spit it in another bucked of beer. I was thinking "man I'm not going to drink all of this". She read me like a book, and I told her that I'd drink. (not from the spit/beer bucket) She poured me a huge bucked of beer, and herself one. I was thinking how drunk I should have been, but I didn't feel a thing. One of the old guys offered me a sandwich....this wasn't an ordinary sandwich. It was a toasted piece of wheat bread, sitting under two tomatoes, sitting under something fried but small, while melted mozzarella held it all in place. It was divine.
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