I wondered if all women packed a black dress just in case they were widowed. The only sound she made seemed to be sniffs, as if she had a cold. I enjo...ed watching her light, yellow curls and high, firm breasts bounce and admired her long legs when she rested her black-booted feet on the dash and stretched. She was wearing stays, unfortunately for my pleasure, and I suspect, her comfort. I must say that stays have generally mystified me, especially on lean, young and healthy women with. I received it and the voice at the other end said-“How are you Samir?” I dint recognize the voice but knew it was someone very close to me as only my closest friends used to call me by that name in college. I tried hard but gave in at last. “Sorry but who is this?” He said-“Kya yaar John ko bhul gaya?” That rang a bell! “John? Tu?” It was John a good friend.We used to call him “Romeo” as he was very smooth with the girls and was famous for having most number of girlfriends during our years of. “You’re a virgin, Daryl?” I asked.“Yes.”I felt something drop; my chest tightened and my old vagina clenched. No way, I thought; I’m not going to bed with a 16 year old boy!I’ll just flirt a little more though, that’s ok.I smiled; “Excellent. Now you tell me about yourself, and I’m going to listen.” I told him.Normal shit; he had a younger sister, mom and dad. School, some sport, no girlfriend. He couldn’t see that I was stroking my groin as we talked. Tickling myself fruitlessly.“I like. Forcing it deeper in my throat, even though I had a strong gag reflex, deeper until I choked. Close to coming I would push the marker as far as it would go and hold it there until my cock gave out its last spurt. Before long I moved on to using the handle from the plunger. A little Vaseline on the end and it would ease right it. It went a lot deeper than the marker and I loved the pressure. It would hurt occasionally as it slid in deep, causing me to flinch a little, but I loved the feeling.