JOINCIDENCE? THAT'S COINCIDENCE WITH A 'J'

Meeting up with Psychic Mabel is having severe ramifications this week. I wrote earlier on about meeting up with my other old pal, Karen, whom I haven't seen for simply an age. Then today I was sitting in on some interviews in work and lo and behold, who should be in branch but Karen. She waved over to me and we managed a few quick words, I almost put my foot in it by asking if the beau she was with was Fary, her kebab shop man lover who had a child by a previous marriage but this guy was her new lover, Shaz and the two of them were shacked up in the West End of Glasgow. I also quickly noted that she was NOT wearing a ring on her wedding finger and she wasn't pregnant so am very intrigued by this chain of events. Now Karen's got a thing about men from India and I must say that Shaz is a marked improvement on Fary who was a touch more mature, Shaz had a cute tie and immaculately styled hair, I've never knowingly slept with an Indian or Pakistani man but David has and he was delighted to find that not all Muslim's have cut cocks which I had previously thought that the majority had been circumcised. Although I love a nice cut cock aswell, they're so clean and different to the touch.

It brings me back to my teens when I had a thing for Jag, short for Jagjeet this Indian guy from work who had chin issues but looked peachy keen and didn't smell of pakora like some of the guys in work who wore turbans a lot. He was always kicking about with the glamorous Muslim girls who were pencil thin and loved to cake themselves in makeup to ake themselves look more white and to hide their facial hair, but I digress. I was a smitten kitten with Jag for quite some time and David who was in his team at the time was always regaling me with stories of how him and Jag had all these intimate chinwags where Jag questioned David on being gay and I guess questioned his own sexuality - and let me tell you, there's no bigger turn on than a guy who might turn - except the married ones who suck cock on a Saturday afternoon when their wife is out shopping for light fixtures and capri pants whilst I'm 69ing with their hubby in the sauna - sometimes - on occasion - when I'm horny! Unfortunately nothing ever happened with Jag although I remember him and his protruding chin fondly and that's the closest I've ever been to banging some banghra booty - I must ask Karen all the sordid details soon!!!!