The call was answered and I heard a sweet hyderabadi accent voice on the other side. She kept saying hello and I didn’t say anything. I then hung up...the phone and messaged her.She replied “Hey samy boy! I was waiting for your call.. I have read your stories on ISS and loved them a lot. I require a guy like you in bed.”I replied her “What can I do for you lady?”She replied “I want you to be my boyfriend for a day.”I messaged “I didn’t get what you said.. You don’t have a boyfriend and you want. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he. She stood up, held my hand and pulled me towards the bedroom. Once we were in she made me sit on the bed, switched on the ac, and started walking towards me undressing her in a sensual manner she removed her top and then her bottoms. She was wearing black bra and panties (my fav color). She came and removed my t-shirt, and then she pushed me on the bed, started kissing my forehead, eyes, cheeks n lips. I was playing with her boobs when she was doing this. She then kissed my chest, bit my. I had surrendered myself at this point. Reggie started to give me his dick in short strokes, well, short for his huge cock! Though it felt like my body was being emptied out with each stroke, Reggie was just going in and out about 4-5 inches each time. Of course, I didn't know this till later, when I could compare these strokes to his full ones! "Damn you're tight boy," Reggie said. Just as I started getting used to his short strokes, he started to rotate his hips a bit, opening my ass up in a.