We can try this...each person continues the story one sentence at a time.
I still remember the day I died.
Thanks to that drag queen in Singapore.
It was the ping pong ball trick that did it; I'm just a sucker for a talented Thai boy.
I remember thinking back to that first night.
W/Saki, Sushi, Scar & the Suck.
I'm sorry for the interruption but I'm not sure where to go from here. By " the Suck " are you referring to the Marine Corp?
The Suck being this fat chick that could debone a chicken and suck start a Harley within minutes.
She intimidated most of my friends, but I was mesmerized by her beautiful baritone singing voice.
I just had to feel her warbling throat around my cock.
and as Saki stood guard by the window and I positioned Suck over the edge of the bed - the door burst open and in flew
her huskiness was exciting me beyond what I had ever previously thought possible
it was a beautiful husky and I never really wanted to fuck a dog but I was drunk.
Yes, it was a dog, but when in Rome.....
I was feeling footloose & fancy free so I allowed the suck to enter my puckered lips.
...but suddenly remebering that Ct Rockula had borrowed my lipstick.
I was led to beleive that the Suck was equally drawn in by my own masculinity, but...
I soon came to realize it was the hair round my hole, not the fact that I could remove my teeth.
a ping pong ball fired by Chong, the Thai ladyboy from Singapore.