She wanted to be my friend. I clicked on her profile and added her. It said single and twenty one, so I thought what the hell. We talked. We talked fo...r hours. She told me her story and how she wanted to leave her husband and how she had told him, but how he hadn't took it so well. I said I understood. I had known a few of the types before--those guys that marry the first piece they ever come inside. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back. If you don't want it in the first place, fucking say so. Note on taste: what the guy eats and drinks beforehand directly corresponds to the taste of his cum. Drinking a lot of beer (a lot, not just a two) beforehand leaves a NASTY taste. That is my only icky memory of a blowjob. In general, the healthier the food he eats the better (less bad, whatever) it tastes. Fruit and fruit juice has the best influence for a non-offensive taste. Let me just say again: being able to somewhat deep-throat. Julie said that there were a few more things left, and then we could get dressed and leave. First she made us both put on a type of flesh colored unitard, kind of like the one's that aerobic people use. We both put them on, and before our very eyes, they completely reshaped our bodies shape into that of a supermodel. We now had wide hips, a skinny waist, and a firm tummy. Then the unitard simply disappeared; it was as if it was absorbed into our bodies. She then styled our hair into the current. Well, once sentence and Vijay uncle is making me blush already.I laughed and put the carrier on the floor and walked into his open arms. I knew why I was there, and uncle knew why I was there. So, there was no need or reason to feel shy about anything. So when uncle’s arms held me tight and my boobs pressed hard against his chest, I let my true emotion take over – happiness. I felt his arms go down my back and grab my ass. Uncle was like a boy who got a new toy. I could not help but giggle at.