About sexual things we never told each other about." Yeah I agree with that," I replied. We have some time to start talking now."OK, I'll go first. If...you could choose the next boy at school to have gay sex with, who would you choose? And you can choose more than just one if you want. And tell me what he or they look like since you're in middle school and I'm 2 years younger."That was an easy question I could answer immediately. "There are lot of boys at my school who I think are very cute. But. Her midriff was also open calling me to hug her. I jumped on to the cot and we were one body soon sealing our mouths. She was very fond of sucking my tongue which I initially hesitated. But as she educated me, I realized that it was the nicest thing to happen between a male and female. Her tongue was long, thin and could play with mine at her will. I was rock hard after fifteen minutes of foreplay and wanted to go on her top. But she stopped me and I posed a disappointment in my face.Megha. In a soft voice, she said, "And I wasn't kidding when I said I enjoyed it."Once again, I shook my head. "Right. You enjoyed it. So, give me a blow job now, then. OK?"Patty looked at me, and then down at my crotch. She started to say something, but stopped.Nothing happened for about two minutes."You're not forcing me right now, are you?" Patty asked."How can I force you?" I asked. "You could probably beat me up, or get a boyfriend to do so."Patty seemed quite confused.I had no idea what was. The process was started and 300 gallons pumped in, then all hoses were disconnected and another person started and ended. The process repeated until we had each done it three times and we all felt comfortable with it. I would most likely not refuel a plane or refill the truck but I wanted to know the procedure in case we had any problems.As a transportation driver in the Marines I had ferried fuel many times. The setup in this truck was much easier. Probably that was because this was a new.