She was in the middle of casting another spell. I didn’t bother looking at Michael this time, I simply asked, “What is she casting?”“That firs... one, by the sound of it, was a cleaning spell.”I looked up at the rear view mirror. I could only see his eyes, but he certainly looked like he was smiling. “I take it I stank?”“To be honest, you reeked,” he said.I glanced at Greta. “So, what’s she casting now?”He focused on the GPS built into the dashboard. “Protective spells. We don’t have a vest for. It's too bad that my blowjobs weren't up to the kind you have been getting from other woman. It certainly makes a lot of sense if some of your friends came over and let me practice on them. However they must know that my cunt and asshole are exclusively reserved for your use only.________________________________________________________________________________________________ You sure do have a lot of friends. Three came over to see me yesterday after work and tonight I've had another. I never had a gay experience in college or hostel before.One day, after class, we went to our hostel. After getting into my room, we placed all bags and stuffs on the table on the side and he said he will go out and buy some snacks for eating with beers. We had bought some beers the previous and had two of them left. He went out and I went to take a bath. After the bath, I came back with just a towel on my waist. When I entered the room, he was already back with some snacks. He looked at my. "No more, no more tears for what was," he vowed. "Time to move on," he muttered to himself.The next few days passed in a blur of shabby motels and small eateries along the road. He was sorely tempted, many times, to stop at the bars or saloons he noticed, lit up with dying spots, as he drove by in the evenings, but he knew the danger of driving drunk. He would not travel down that road. He didn't relish a night in jail for drunkenness.Ted passed a sign announcing the Nevada border and on a.