”“No way!”“Truth. I’ve been to Sweden, too.”“You’re lucky! My only trip out of the country was to the Hockey Hall of Fame last year.�...“Dad is taking me next summer. I also met Wayne Gretzky and Mario Lemieux.”“NO! FUCKING! WAY!”“Mia Starosta!” Coach said sternly. “Language!”“Sorry Coach,” she replied. “Won’t happen again.”He nodded and turned around.“Smooth move, Ex-Lax!” I teased.“I oughta body check you into next week! But you seriously met those guys?”“I did. And Tretiak, the Russian goalie. We had just started to eat when we were hailed from just outside the ring of light from our campfire. It was the voice of a teen aged boy, so I made sure that my gun was handy and invited him in."Thank ya, Sir. I wonder ifen I could beg a cup of that there coffee I seen ya'll drinkin'? It's been a while since I had a good cup of coffee, an' I'd be much obliged ifen ya'll would part with a cup."Sally was always goodhearted to a fault, so she said, "Certainly, you kin have a cup. Ya're welcome to. ‘If I have all of your powers how can I be put into the box,’ I blurted out in a voice filled with triumph. ‘You have all of my powers but one. That’s the power granted me to put you in the box, which you won’t receive until you’re in the box and the lid is shut, cause that’s the way it works,’ my doppelganger said with his final chortle of absolute and total victory. As the blue cloud of Used To Be Ron suddenly found itself flying into the box in reverse order to the clouds original exit from. ?Lick him!? she ordered.I gulped and then figured, I had already swallowed his cum. I licked. His scrotum was velvety-smooth. I drew one testicle into my mouth and gently tongued it, released it, and did the other.?Oh, Baby, he’s doin’ it! He’s sucking my nuts!? Frank told her.?Now, Roger, ? lick him where he’s going in me!? she ordered.I didn’t have to lick. I just pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft, and his thrusting turned the contact into an up and down lick.Then they both.