"We don't sign this in blood or anything, do we?" No, a regular pen will be fine. You can also see that there's nomention of your immortal soul or yo...ur firstborn child." This all sounds crazy, but, you're right, if it works as you promised,it'll be more than worth it." Jeff read the agreement quckly just tomake sure it _didn't_ mention his immortal soul. He signed it, made outthe check, and handed it to Zoltan.Zoltan put the check in a drawer. "I'll put it in the register when youdon't. Once my orgasm had abated I looked to see where Billy was. He was lyingon his side next to me with a smile on his face. Once he saw me lookingat him he asked. "Well was that better than a hand job?"I just about laughed as I said. "Hell yes though I can't believe youactually did that." I've been thinking about doing that for a while now. I was worried howyou would react. I didn't want to lose you as a friend because of it."He told me shyly.Though I never thought about sucking cock before I said.. . The Past -... I had been christened William Alistair Crowley thirty-seven years ago, the second child of a forty-seven year old farmer and his forty-two year old teacher wife, on Dad's 400 acre farm just twenty miles northeast of Burlington, Vermont.Dad, an old, hard-bitten, long time bachelor farmer had met my Mom, a spinster teacher, at a Church meeting, and within months had fallen in love with her, and then somehow had convinced her to marry him. Neither had expected children so the. He thrust harder and deeper, filling me up with his firm cock. One last hard, deep thrust, and I felt his penis jerk inside of me, the vas deferens pulsing as he began to cum. Some tiny part of me freaked out at that moment, expecting to end up switching bodies a few moments from now. But I clamped down on it and thrust back, savoring the sensation as blast after blast of semen jetted into my waiting vagina. My pussy got wetter and wetter as the sperm spread through my intimate regions. .