The story which I am going to narrate is 100% true and genuine. I don’t like fictions and I don’t want my readers to read something which is ficti...n and not a true story.This story is dated back to December 1999 when I was studying engineering. We went to Jaipur for the wedding of my cousin brother. There was this lady called Anjali whom I met for the first time. She was a distant relative and she had come for the wedding. Jaipur was her home town and she used to stay in the same house on the. The two pilots were rapidly coming to the conclusion they had entered some sort of ancient tomb, the decayed remains would seem to indicate that was the case. Finally the two pilots came to a wall with a door into another chamber. They went through the door into the chamber beyond.Inside the end chamber, which was the last one, Franklin and Barnes found only three more half-tubes. But the contents of these tubes were very different from any of the others they had seen so far. Unlike the decayed. My mouth retreated to the tip of his dick. I felt his hands grab my head and begin to thrust, making me gag once again. I firmly smacked his hands away.“Not today, Jimmy.”I returned my attention to his dick. It was ideal, if not a bit too big for my liking at the time. It had a thick pinkish head which was met by an equally thick shaft that had various skin tones - pink at the top followed by a thin ring of dark brown skin before a lighter brown tone covered the last four or so inches. I. We both reach into the bag at the same time, his hand lingers before his fingertips tickle the palm of my hand as he withdraws it. I nibble on the corn, licking the stickiness off my fingers before replacing my arm back on the arm rest between us. I feel his hand slip behind my elbow, and he softly traces his fingernails against the inside of my arm, which responds, making the tiny hairs stand on end and my skin becomes covered in goose bumps. I manage to repress a giggle but not the shaky.