He returned the nozzle to the pump and climbed up in the cab. The driver tossed a heavy plastic bag onto the passenger seat and Heyna heard the jingle...of his keys. The rig shook to life as the driver started it. Heyna could see as he reached over and pulled something out of the bag. It looked like a pack of magazines. Probably porn magazines, she thought. There was a tear and rustling of plastic, then a piece of plastic and a couple of magazines landed back on the passenger seat. Heyna heard a. In order to make it more compelling, I mixed in a little magic. I blended a little concoction which turns red under the right circumstances. You’ve got to admit, it’s convincing. I guess I used too much and it dripped. However, you’ll notice there’s no blood residue where I performed. It’s a stage act. If you want to speculate on how I do it, you’ll have to watch the performance. If I depended on my fancy footwork, people would tire of it quickly.”“I don’t know, there are a lot of unknowns in. I have this oral fascination. When I said we could just play around, I thought maybe I could jerk you off once in a while, but once I held your cock in my hand, I knew I just wanted to eat it."With that, Sangita didi reached down and pulled the sheet up over the two of us. We wrapped our bodies around each other, and fell asleep. That was the best sleep I had in a month since my beautiful sister had come home, because my frustration was gone. After a couple of hours, I felt Sangita didi poking. As I said we were in the army together, in the same battalion, slept together in the same bungalow even in the same tent, still hung out together on weekend pass, dated the same girls, shared them on some evenings but never together in a bed.Then about twenty years after the army and having drifted apart from each other, each in our own direction, me getting married, divorced and married again, he suddenly pitches up out of the blue on my doorstep for a surprise visit.Now I must be the first to.