We took a small basket containing 6 mangoes and made ourselves sit on the floor.Let’s compete who can have more mangoes. I said playfullyOk, let’s... do itWe started eating voraciously. Both of us were sucking the mangoes without peeling them off. We projected our apes like attitude towards food too. We ate like we never had mangoes in our life. Juices were dripping down our body but we were least bothered about that. Finally all the mangoes were over and Anil claimed to be the winner but I. She had a wicked smile in her face and said that she will clean the room after I change my clothes as the water droplets were coming from the clothes are wetting the floor. Then she sat on the floor near the dressing table waiting for me to change the wet clothes. I did not expect this to happen this soon.Then, admiring my luck, swiftly I moved towards the cupboard and took my suitcase and took a langotti and towel from that. I started unbuttoning my shirt and removed my vest too. While I was. I guess I was lucky, if you can call it that.If I had gone almost anywhere else, I would have been dead for sure. Butat Seattle Grace, one of the best neurosurgeons in the country, Dr.Derek Shepherd, was waiting for me. You've probably heard of him?he wonthe Nobel Prize in medicine for his pioneering work in braintransplantation.Yes, Lars, brain transplantation. This is Emily's body, but my brain. Iam one of thirty-seven currently surviving brain transplant patients inthe world. Do you believe. The thoughts of Jeff getting blown evaporated as Betsy stroked my cock and she took both of my balls into her mouth and sucked. Her sucking started lightly then increased until my ball felt like they were half way to her lungs. All I could think of was Betsy on my cock and balls. She sucked my balls so hard that it bordered between bliss and pain. They were finally getting the attention they craved all day. After what seemed like hours, she released my balls and spit them out. She took my cock.