I’d been pulling her in
this direction for weeks and she was ever less reticent to
‘fess up. I come…and, well you saw
what that’s like.”
“You think of something sexy? Pornhat I know how girls…I mean, I don’t
know how guys really do it.”
For a moment I couldn’t believe that Jean was that
naive. Sure. Again, nervously tugging at the button on her shirt,
she sat silently for a moment, I imagined composing her
question. I come…and, well you saw
what that’s like.”
“You think of something sexy? Be serious. It was too good to
be true. Dropping my right hand to bulge of my
pecker and holding it pointedly, I said, “You.”
“WHAT?” She gasped, her eyes wide in surprise, her
hand frozen with the shirt pulled part way open.
