Hi. This is Miguel de... no, wait-- I'm Mike, friend of Adam and his band. His band and my band play music together sometimes, so I've been hanging around with them a bit now and then. Yes, I've been to a kha-rat together with them, if you know what that means. Then you know that means Wow! So I guess you could say that we've become intimate friends. Shared some adventures, shared some love, shared some secrets. So they invited me to contribute to This Document, which I consider a great honor. I may as well introduce myself properly, cabrón. You might know me professionally as Miguel deSanto, world-famous musician, lead Guitarist in Chrome Pie: I do latin rock, heavy, flamenco, classic 50's-- and now our new & improved "Sweet Rock". I'm a Chicano but my gringo friends call me Mike. Actually I'm about as much a gringo as any of them, 3rd generation Mexican-American from Fresno, California, U.S. citizen, etc. So anyway, I'm this real-live rock star, I shit you not (sorry about the language, but I have a pose to maintain). Been through it all: years of touring with our band,Chrome Pie, you might have heard of us. I mean, we're only muy famosa, hombre. "Sweet Rock" is what we call the genre we play these days, me on lead guitar. We did lotsa drugs (or used to), got lotsa fans-- groupies, man, lots of juicy young chicks (relax, I was young then myself) and we've been doing this for going on 10 years now. And yeah, it's been GREAT! Toured as a band on the road around the States, Latin America, Europe. Asia. Done it all, seen it all, I could brag all day. So I've been on some WEIRD trips, you know-- but oh hey, I ain't never seen weird like this before.
I met Adam and his band last summer for a concert at the Paramount Northwest in Seattle. Chrome Pie was doing a concert tour of the States, Squatch & Friends were going to be the local warm-up band for us. None of us had ever heard of them before, didn't even know what the name meant. Then we learn that the famous "Baby Bigfoot of Monroe", Adam Leroy Forest himself is all grown up now-- gigantically --and has his own band. "The Singing Sasquatch" we'd heard of, but not his new band. So we didn't know what to expect --oh, we'd all seen Adam growing up over the years on TV, Discovery Channel, People Magazine, he was world-famous and a local hero. Now he's even more famous, especially of late, with the Live Album and the NNP, but that all came to happen because of that very night. At first meeting, Adam was huge and hairy, kind of scary, just like a Bigfoot is supposed to be. We could just sense how fucking strong he had to be, how dangerous he might be. But he was dressed in a fine white suit and spoke so intelligently, sounding so educated and civilized-- definitely several levels above your standard human being--and yet just a regular American guy like the rest of us. So we relaxed right away. There were only four people in their band. It was just right that their drummer Pokey was an Indian. Bigfoot and Redskin, spirit brothers of the wilderness, totally symbolic! Both guys, Adam and Pokey, are easy-going, interesting, smart, good musicians. Also potential best friends, we all feel it right away. As for the music: the songs are right on-- brilliant, in fact. But the girls, Melly and Lissandra-- oh man. They are both so gorgeous that even hardened groupie-grabbers like us are too stunned to try anything. Or maybe it's just that you don't dare steal a Bigfoot's women until you know him better. For a while I wondered if I'd just been hanging out for those chicks. Now I know it's the whole package: the good friendship, the magical music, the hobnobbing with sasquatches, the becoming part of history-- and yes, the chicks. Although right from first I get frustrated about both of them: Melly or Lissandra-- which to choose? how to decide? Well, that was then. After the concert in Seattle I don't see them in person again for months: my band and I live in LA, S&F are in Washington State. Then Adam was off and away in the Bigfoot world for a while, etc. Meanwhile, as everybody knows, their album goes over the top, success-wise. And it takes ours along with it, because of the two songs we've all jammed together on. Then Songmonger Records releases the CD and DVD of the rest of our jamming sessions during that same concert-- and that sells well too, so both bands are getting rich. That's a good enough excuse to become friends. And there's still the girls. Melly and I had almost had a backstage mini-flirt right after the concert--her kidding around about scoring a rock star and me offering to help her out-- but that night went off in other directions. Still, she gave me her e-mail so I write to her and Liss, trying to see if either one of them are interested in a more satisfactory flirt. But instead we discus me guest-starring to play along with them at their maybe-someday Rose Bowl concert in Pasadena. None of us sure that is ever going to happen, since Adam is still missing out in the woods somewhere, but then he comes back and their LA concert is on again. I'm living in the area, I already know all the material, it's a no-brainer. My own band is taking a 3-month hiatus, so I even have some free time on my guitar-picking hands. And maybe I'm kind of bored. I want to do it, if even just for the fun of it. And-- who knows-- maybe score one of S&F's beauties? Doesn't matter which, either one would be perfect, I like them both. I suppose that sounds sexist--I guess--but hey, rock 'n' roll is what I do. I'm spoiled rotten by how easy it has been to get girls when you're THE Miguel deSanto, sexy latino guitar-god. Arriba, arriba, andalé! Okay... maybe I've gotten a little jaded. I didn't use to be like that, I was a boy scout when I got into this gig. But all those groupies, man, throwing themselves at us-- it's insane! I don't know who is exploiting who worst, them or us, but I had to learn to stop falling in love. Even when I do find a keeper, the groupies just keep on coming until I can't be faithful to anyone. But the S&Fgirls throw me a loop. Four loops. When I meet the band again at the Rose Bowl there are also 2 new sasquatch chicks along for the tour. Damn if I don't fall for them too! But the twister is that Melly and Lissandra have changed: they are at least twice as hot as before. I know, that's only subjective, but I can see and sense that they have become really empowered by something, both radiating sexy confidence like no girls I've ever known before. And I've been with a LOT of chicks-- 2-3 hundred, I dunno, I've given up counting. I know about the squatch chicks before I arrive, seen them on YouTube, etc. I remember being impressed at hearing "cute little" Masnia speaking pretty good English for a Bigfoot just come out of the woods, saying she was 19 years old. And Magga looking like a furry Wonder Woman. But when I meet them in person-- well, "little" Masnia only looks small next to Adam and Magga, she's at least 3 inches taller than me. And now, only 2 months later, she speaks amazingly perfect West Coast American English. Up close I can really see how... how bonita those squatch girls are, both of them. Masnia's eyes and freckles, Magga's lips and boobs, they turn me inside out with wanting. It's not fair, not at all. And then Masnia says she REEEAAALLY likes the way I play guitar-- she knows who I am, has listened to all my recordings, also the flamenco stuff from way back when I was a wunderkind-- so she's a Miguel deSanto fan. Me thinking I'd love to... but wait, she's a Bigfoot, Dios Mio, I don't dare touch her! She even looks too young; I mean, 19 years old? --16 maybe, if that. I'd always been careful about girls being legal back when I was scoring groupies, so this is really No Man's Land. But damn, man, I want her just as bad as either Melly or Lissandra. I sort of want Magga too, but she's another foot taller than Masnia. Scary. So the Rose Bowl. Fucking HUGE venue, hombre. Wayyy too big for their little band, but a lot of people want to see Squatch & Friends do their thing in person, so it just about sells out anyway. At their first concert at the Paladium Northwest in Seattle they'd played to an audience of about 2,000 people. For us in Chrome Pie that was a cozy little venue, we were mostly there to record audio and video for the Live Concerts touring album we were putting together, and we wanted some variety from all the big crowds. But for S&F two thousand was a big crowd. Since that night they'd only done one little free concert for the local state fair, how many attended I don't know. And now they've come to the Rose Bowl itself, where 70,000 people are waiting for them to play their music. The band is looking a little scared. So they're glad I came along with my electric guitar and amps and my star status. Plus I've done this before, they never have. When you're facing that many people you tend to want a bigger sound than four musicians with acoustic instruments can put out. We had to get louder than they ever had before. Before we go onstage, I get to be privy to a little magical ceremony the band goes through backstage before doing a performance. The story goes that Magga is a bruja, a lady shaman, a witch, whatever. Anyway, she’s trained to do Bigfoot magic; so the band has her charge their batteries before a show. Seems silly to me, but I go along with it-- when in Rome, you know. We sit in a circle holding hands, she says some words, haka flows up through us like slow lightning. Something happens; my batteries really do get charged! We only had a couple of hours to rehearse together, but I'd been playing riffs to their CD on my home stereo for the last three months just because I liked their music. I play them a sample of what I have in mind for this concert and they're all for it. In fact, Adam says, "I'm impressed, Mike, that's amazing!" I knew he'd like it because I AM amazing. That sounds like bragging, I know, but it's not. Everyone always thinks my guitar sound is...amazing. Even when I was a kid, doing the flamenco circuit as a child prodigy. I remember once hearing some Spanish guitar on the radio and I thought, "Hey, that guy can really PLAY, mierda, what amazing syncopation, what a clean tone..." So I listened to hear who that guitarist was: not because I liked it but because it made me feel really envious. But it was MYSELF I'd heard, naturalmente; I'd just forgotten ever having recorded it back when I was 15 years old. Adam plays "okay" guitar. I don't mean for that to sound belittling (as if you could "belittle" a Sasquatch). Specifically: he has a good tone, holds near-perfect rhythm, and presents a very clean melody-line; but he can't do what I do. But so what? --it's his singing that impresses me. And the songs he writes. When I do my big soaring guitar solos he asks, "Where does that COME from?" and I have to ask the same of him when he does everything else. So we respect each other's talents. We do a great show. Fans love it. Mierda, I love it! But I can't fool myself about being the most important guy on that stage. In between songs Adam speaks to the audience, tells some stories, a couple of jokes. Easy-going relaxed style, good diction, pleasant voice. When he speaks 70,000 people listen without making a sound. They are just plain hypnotized! The others in the band tell me that among his own Nokhon folk Adam is considered an Orator with magical vocal qualities, and I believe it.
After the Rose Bowl the band is going to hang out in LA for a couple of weeks, planning to make some music videos at Bo Wassabi's studio while they're in town. They like my input to their concert and invite me to play on the videos. I'm all for it, besides I know and like Bo, we'd done a few Chrome Pie videos together, so it was a go. The band is living in their tour bus with 3x3 bunks and one big bed in back, a hang-out lounge in front, so it's a fun scene. Really different from what I was used to-- no drinks, no drugs, no groupies --but we're all taking the music pretty seriously and never run out of stuff to talk about. Then there's that Nokhon culture thing--I'm Chicano, but talk about being from a really foreign world? --squatches are a trip. Their bus is parked in Venice, near the beach, which by LA standards isn't that far from where I live in Topanga. But it 's easier, and a lot more fun, to spend the nights hanging out with them in their bus rather than commuting to and from my empty house. But it's also frustrating, because I feel so absolutamente in love with all those girls. Every time I see Melly or Lissandra's faces, I get smitten all over again. Masnia too, although I know that could never be. As for Magga, I'm still too scared to get close, but catch myself staring dreamily at her face a lot...and her boobs, since she never wears clothes inside the bus (I really liked how she's trimmed her body hair short for the dancing video). Then there's cute cute cute Japanese Maki, but she's Pokey's girl friend, so I try not to drool too much. Coño, I'm a mess. And no wonder: I don't have any real love life going on myself, I'd burned out on groupie chicks and it’s been a while since I've had a serious girl friend. So it's like being a hopelessly horny teenager all over again, which I wouldn't wish on anybody. And the worst is that I can't decide WHO to go after. It is literally impossible to choose one girl over the others; I just can't cross any one of them off my list. I know that has to sound arrogant and stupid, but I really am stuck. I figured I'd have to resort to the standard rock star solution: you take whichever one who comes on to you first. But no one is coming on to me, although they're always nice and friendly, affectionate even. Of course, I'm at least 10-12 years older than any of them (at 33), and I've been a famous musician much longer than their 6 months of sudden fame, so I just figure they are being respectful to the old guy. Oh, there is definitely lust in the air, but there are also signals I can't decipher. It feels like all four of those girls are in some really tight relationship with somebody, but I can't tell who. Adam and Pokey are the only guys in the band, although there could be some husbands waiting back home, I don't know. Except that actually I do: I'm just not ready to accept that the big hairy Swinging Sasquatch is banging ALL of them. There are secrets they're keeping mum about, I can tell. Well, especially because Adam says, "Sorry if we sometimes seem secretive, Mike, but that's because we have to be. We'll have to get to know you better before letting you in on some stuff." "And even then, we might have to kill you," Pokey kids. I assume. "Squatch stuff," Melly hints, cutely wrinkling her golden nose at me like some secret signal, but I haven't a clue what she means. I tell them I'm confused about the word "squatch", it seems to be racist or derogatory, like "nigger" or my all-time un-favorite, "greaser". But that's the word they use all the time. "It's just short for Sasquatch," Adam explains, "an Indian name for the Nokhontli--which is the most proper term, being in their own language." "While Bigfoot is the name for those who haven't got a clue," Pokey adds. "But Abominable No-man is my favorite!" Liss shouts and everyone laughs like it's the funniest ever. "That was one of Lissandra's many insults for me, back when she was the queen of high-school bitches," Adam explains. "That was my creative spirit expressing itself. That's why Freakfoot wrote Mean To Me. "She IS creative," Adam praises her, "she helped me write all the most cruel lines in that song. Felt guilty, I guess." "Nah, just feeling sorry for you-- Freakfoot has no balls when it comes to insulting someone." "The word Freakfoot sounds pretty insulting itself," I suggest. "Oh, it was meant to be, back in high school," Liss admits, "I WAS mean to him, I WAS a bitch. But since then that name has evolved into a declaration of deepest love and utmost endearment, as well as abject emotional and sex-slave servitude to my beloved Wookie-Wookie with his Big Weenie." At first I hear that as a joke, then realize it isn't. I'm shocked. I mean, sex with a...squatch? "Are you saying--that you and Adam...?" "Oops," says Melly. Liss frowns a little, realizing she might have just said too much. "Oh yeah, that's supposed to be one of our special little secrets..." Then she smiles happily, "Well fine, it's out of the bag now," and turns to Adam, "so I guess we can do it tonight, dear." Adam smiles too, not at all shy. "Again? Well, good, I always enjoy doing you, Liss." Then he looks at me, shrugs, laughs at my expression and so does everyone else, except me. I am still so shocked.
I'm shocked enough that the next day while we are all out on the beach, Liss catches me looking at her funny and takes me to the side so we can talk alone. "I can see you want to ask me something," she says. No beating around bushes in this crowd. "Yeah. Is it really true that you're...uh... in a sexual relationship with Adam?" "Well, we fuck pretty often, so I guess it's rilly true. Rilly rilly. True too." "But he's a..." I don't want to sound like a racist, he's My Friend. "A big hairy Sasquatch, right. Okay, now tell me you're not sexually interested in Masnia." "Uhhh..." I surrender "...okay, you got me there. I'd fuck her in a heartbeat. She's adorable." "Right, and so is Freakfoot. He's my boyfriend, I love him, we make love, it's RILLY good. Is that hard to understand?" "Hey, no, not really. Adam is...well, he's a nice guy, charismatic, impressively talented, smart, physically spectacular-- guess I'd even say he's pretty good-looking in his own way..." "He's absolutely beautiful," she insists and smiles dreamily. "...it's just that he's so BIG!" "You mean his dick?" Liss grins. "Uh, no-- well, okay maybe, that too.-- but I was thinking more about ALL of him-- just how much does he weigh?" "Five hundred and thirty-seven pounds," she brags, "and he's eight foot three inches tall. And his dick is... well, do the math. Freakfoot is humongous all right, but he never just lays down on me, if that's what you're thinking. We have...techniques for squash-free squatch-me sex." I don't respond right away, so Liss laughs again and says, "Okay, now you really ARE wondering about how big his dick is, right?" Concerned, I ask, "Doesn't it HURT?" "No, Mike, it feels rilly good. Fills me all the way up, true, but he's never hurt me. He's careful, considerate, a nice lover. Anyway, a woman's vagina is designed to stretch enough to give birth to children, Freakfoot's dick is nowhere near that big. So don't worry." "I'm not worried..." Dios, I know I have to sound pathetic. Now she looks even more amused, "Ahhh, now I get it. You're wondering if a girl... like me, for example... could be at all interested in a tiny HUMAN dick... like yours, for example?" "Hey, it's not...uh... so tiny..." "Oh rilly? Show me," she says, grinning with sparkling eyes, enjoying the hell out of this. "What? No!" Not that I'm usually so prudish: I have several times before whipped out my boner upon request for one or several groupies, but at this moment dreading comparison to a Bigfoot Boner, all I have to offer is a shriveled worm which I am not about to whip out for anyone, gracias. Liss laughs again, having fun teasing me. Adam has warned me about her High School Bitch ways. "Relax, I get it. I know you dig me. And Mel too. You'd probably like to dick us both, just like some of your groupies. But you think maybe we couldn't be bothered. Right?" Like Adam, I don't want to lie. Shrug and say, "Yeah, okay, I do dig you, Liss. You're hot. But if Adam is your boyfriend, that's that. He's my friend, so I'm not going to hit on his woman." "But what if it's okay with Freakfoot for you to hit on me? I mean, he's a generous guy. After all, maybe I dig you too, Mike, and you ARE a famous rock star, we can't forget that. Who knows? I might even ENJOY a nice human-sized dick once in a while, and a guy who could lie on top and really let loose for a change, instead of being careful not to break me." OK, I'm 100% sure that she's just being sarcastic, tormenting me about what I can't have. Por un momento, endure with me the agonia of helpless yearning for a chica tan hermosa; it is no small thing. Liss is a classic Latina, flawless golden-brown mulatta skin, bushiest blackest hair possible, unreasonably perfect body, goddess tits, ass to make you cry. Bold face, no innocence there, she could play the ideal whore in any movie. Attitude up the wing-wang. Coño, I want her. Here and now, down in the sand. But she is Adam's woman, so I can't have her. So what do I do? Like un tonto verdadero I just fall even more heartbreakingly in lust with her some more. I give up, turn and walk back across the beach to the others, pondering the lyrics of Adam's song Mean to Me.
Thing is, their music becomes so important to me that I have to hang in there. A little discipline never hurt, etc. We make five great audio recordings at Bo's studio. I even get to star in a couple of guitar-hero slots in two of the videos: Self-Same Trip and Lonelyman. Then we move on over to Sean Argent's in Hollywood, to do some SFX for the more fantasy-oriented songs. Sasquatch Moon and Take Me Seeking are both going to be pretty psychedelic visually. I really get into playing So Long To Babylon, we all do. Man, that is one of the best experiences I've ever had in a studio without getting laid. While we're all staying in Venice, Adam and I have been jamming Spanish and flamenco guitar together in the bus, I teach him some Rancheros from Mexico, which get us to talking about Mexico: my heritage, all that, and how Adam and Melly had been there together at age 11 and liked it, etc. So I learn that the band wanted to do a concert in Mexico City, but that fell through because the squatches are too big to fly in a jet airliner. They don't want to drive their bus through Mexico, what with the drug cartels shooting it out in the North. Too dangerous. I agree: it's absolutely loco what's happening, so many innocent people getting killed by those pinche carteleros. But the idea of doing a concert with S&F in Mexico really appeals to me, naturalmente, so I ask about details. When they tell me that S&F had been invited to do a concert at the Auditorio Nacional in Mexico City, I get pretty excited. I knew the place: I'd played there myself way back when I was a 15-year-old flamenco whiz-kid. It's the principal venue in all of Mexico, seats 10,000, el centro de arte y cultura. The AN was a bit more culturally oriented than the big-crowd big-show heavy-rock venues like el Palacio de los Deportes. But the REALLY funny part is that the program manager of the Auditorio Nacional is MY OWN UNCLE, Geraldo deSanto: it was HIM who had invited them! So I whip out my cell and call Tio Geraldo, just like that. Easy enough since I have him on speed dial-- I usually see him when I go to Mexico a couple times a year, family stuff. This is 9:00 at night over there, so he's home with the family. He's surprised I'm calling, but glad, we joke around a little, aii cabrón, que pasa?. Then I tell him where I am and who I'm with and he gets really excited too. He asks to speak with Adam. Adam speaks Spanish almost better than I do (proper Castillano anyway; I still sound like a chulo from Fresno), so they have this conversation in which Adam says he'd love to do a concert, but considers getting there too dangerous. Tio Geraldo says, "Let me ask around, I may know a safe way to get your bus to Mexico City, call you back tomorrow." This all clicks into place for Adam. He's got this thing about his magical Vision, how it keeps on coming true. It's not just him who says that-- his whole band backs him up: say they've been following Adam's Vision and now they are successful, rich & famous, establishing a Nokhon Nation, etc. All sorts of amazing coincidences and miracles constantly going on. Next day Tio Geraldo calls to say we could drive along with a convoy protected by the military. There are so many tourists and Mexican-Americans afraid to drive into Mexico because of the drug wars that the country is missing out on way too much revenue. So some government agency has organized regular convoys through the most dangerous North. If the concert could be scheduled for Friday, October 31 we should join the convoy leaving from Mexicali Monday the 27th. Adam agrees, we all cheer, Vamanos a Mexico!
Finally we're done doing videos in Hollywood, or at least the parts we can do. Sean and his technicians now have to sync the audio tracks to video, which consists of hundreds of different clips still to be edited and processed. There's a bit of CGI to do, mostly being sent out to Industrial Light & Magic's labs so there is no point in waiting for that. Timing is perfect, we have a whole Sunday to drive to Mexicali. I more or less invite myself along for the ride, which the band doesn't even question, saying they're glad to have another driver on board. I'm used to driving big heavy rock & roll tour busses from all my road trips with Chrome Pie, and I know the way around Mexico, so it feels like where I am supposed to be. But before we left the States Adam insisted that we had to take care of a "civic duty". The US Presidental Election was coming up and it looked like we were going to be out of the country on election day, so Adam and the others made sure that we all voted early by e-mail ballot. I've always been muy lax about voting, but everyone else on this bus was really charged up about it. I thought maybe because they'd all just turned 21 this year, so it was the first time they could vote. But it was actually because they were all hot for some Latina congresswoman I'd just barely heard of. I mean, I'd heard of "AEC" on TV news, but really had no idea of who she was. It was un poco embarrassing to reveal how ignorant I am of current politics, be they Gringo or Mejicano. But it was even more embarrassing to admit that I'd never voted in my life, especially since I was at least ten years older than any of them. But then they started telling me about Alejandra Eleña Coronada, indoctrinating me, I guess. They showed me some YouTube videos of her brilliantly arguing a point in Congress or defusing a nasty heckler with a funny word. Sí, sí, she was definitely an impressive chick. Especially in comparison to that Republican doofus she was running against. Ended up I voted for her too. Even though I couldn't believe that a Mujer Latina would ever have a chance of becoming President in Amerika. Mainly I did it to be in solidaridad with my amigos.
We do not go out drinking and dining in Mexicali, we want to stay anonymous until we get to Mexico City. S&F is slightly famous (me too) and kidnapping happens way too much in Northern Mexico these days, so we drive straight to the meeting place and spend the night there. We are slightly shocked by the size of the convoy we wake up to Monday morning. It looks like a thousand cars and trucks and busses (actually only 400+). Escorted by an army of military jeeps and armored vehicles. Those drug wars are making life difficult for everyone in Mexico. We have to be registered to get in line, so that the government knows who got lost if the convoy gets attacked, it is clear we were going into a War Zone. Suddenly this doesn't seem like such a good idea to me. But Adam says, "Don't worry, we'll make it," like he knows, or something. Following his Vision, I guess. And we do, we make it. But it takes many days on the road, so they are glad to have me along to take turns driving the bus. There's some kind of problem as we are passing Hermosillo, the convoy stops for an hour, a couple of F-16 fighter jets come in from the east, circle a few times, there's a BOOOM off in the distance, and then we move on again. In a while we drive past a few burned-out pickup trucks with machine guns mounted on top, some bodies beside the road. Kind of freaky! For those two squatch chicks, who come from a totally primitive society with no war or crime or violence whatsoever, Mexico must seem to be a land of barbarians much more primitive than their own Bigfoot culture. Mierda, Mexico IS a land of barbarians, all this makes me feel ashamed of my own people. Drugs, police corruption, ruthless murdering, coño! But then, the Arabic world and Africa are not much better, I may as well feel ashamed of humans in general. Masnia and Magga had seen TV news reports about cartelero murders and decapitations of entire families on TV, so they knew bad stuff was going on, but actually driving into it was pretty disturbing for them. Me too. I saw that Masnia was crying as we'd passed the dead people. When I ask if she's all right she says: "Oh, I knew about the drug cartel wars in Mexico, but it's different actually seeing what they do." But she's just gotten started: "I also know about Adolf Hitler and Josef Stalin and Mao Tse-tung, I know about Pol Pot and Jack the Ripper, about Son of Sam and Vlad the Impaler. But I do not know the WHY: where does such wickedness come from? None of this is anything an innocent child my age should be aware of, it's not fair." Having no usable answer for her, I put my arm around her to comfort her, which feels awkward at first because she's a bit bigger than me. But then she snuggles in, glad to be comforted. I'm feeling like a good big brother-- well, little brother --until I notice just how horny she makes me feel. And how good she smells, coño!
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