”I rolled my eyes, and he said, “Sorry, but that just slipped out. I know your dad said you could shoot wings of flies but shit, Dusty. I don’t ...think you were aiming for his balls, were you?”“Femoral artery,” I said. “He had skinny legs, so I wasn’t sure if I’d get it or not.”“Go on, you’re going to have to spill the story now,” Aaron said with a grin.“Seven shots,” James said. “No street lighting and it was around midnight. She had just a bit of back-light from a building that was over fifty. “Same here,” I say.Tom stares into my face, as if trying to read my thoughts. “I can be very discrete, you know,” he says, his voice almost a whisper. “Trust me, whatever we say or do is our secret.”I nod and offer a small smile. “Discretion is vital,” I say and then ask how many times he’s had meetings like this one. Tom shakes his head slowly. “Never.” He inhales deeply and admits, “I’ve never had a jerk-off buddy.”“No guy ever sucked your cock?” I ask.Again, he shakes his head. “No, nothing. . were envious of your flesh. Do I have that right? What was it that they wanted from you?”Sleethe pushed his fingers into his bicep and rumbled a reply.“Strong.”“They were envious of your strength?”The story was written from a Krell perspective, and so she had to take everything they said with a pinch of salt. Depending on how long ago this had happened, it could have been warped by retellings, little more than a legend at this point. She scrolled to the next picture. This one showed a circle. Ab junglee ka koi 6 inch tak lora didi ki gand main ja chuka tha or didi still ro rahi thi or bhagnay ki try kar rahi thi or junglee nay didi ki patli gore kamar pakre hoe thi kay bhag na sakay or wo apna lund andar bhair kar raha tha magar half lund , itnay main didi doggy style main bani hoe nechay gir pare , or bayhoish ho gaye ,Or junglee ose tarha didi ki nazuk motti gore gand main apna lund or zayda dalta jay , or junglee ki bati didi kay face pay apni zubaan say chatna suru kar diya ,.