He'd love you if you were the town slut; he loves me, doesn't he?" Cindi finished with a crooked grin. She couldn't resist the jab."I said I was sorry..." Amy muttered, her face red with embarrassment."I know. You stop acting like an ass and I'll forget about it," Cindi said."Fine." Amy's voice indicated she wasn't convinced and that they would continue the conversation at a later time. Cindi rolled her eyes at her idiotic twin. "Still, if I find out someone knew about this..." You're being an. I wrap my fingers around your cock and feel the velvety smooth skin overlaying the rigid hardness of the shaft. I let my thumb drift over the head, so taut and smooth. I slowly work my hand up and down your shaft, stroking your cock, feeling the subtle texture beneath my fingers.I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I aim your cock towards my open mouth. After an interminable instant of anticipation, I feel the tip of your cock touch my tongue and, quite naturally, my lips close around the. He was also staying alone and since he had shift duties it was convenient for both of us. The landlord was a Tamilian fellow named Selvaraj, who was working in Air-India as an Asst. Supervisor (Maintenance). He had a lovely wife and two kids. My friend was quiet close to the family and he used to have dinner at their place often. My friend and Selvaraj used to have drinks together. The day I reached there, we had a big party that night.My friend opened a bottle of Black Label and Selvaraj’s. .. The boom-box was in his lap, the speakers pointing right at me, a little less than two meters away and just within my sphere of influence. Hmmm... I started probing the box, tracing the circuitry. My ability to zoom into details is growing exponentially too, though I haven't thought of a good way to measure it. If I had to guess, I could focus down to about 300 micrograms.I isolated a single input on a chip in the boom box. I traced the wire coming out of the chip on the printed circuit.