When I did so, he suddenly stopped talking, staring at me through bleary, unfocused brown eyes. He looked confused, and held out his hand. I don’t know what came to me, I didn’t even think what I was doing, my hand reached down I grabbed his dirty 18 year old cock through the silky fabric of his track suite, it was hard as a rock and in clear need to breed. What the fuck ar’ya doin’?”
I was confused “err, holding your’fuck’n dick’, like you asked? Dale certainly is not an angel, after all this kid is going to be a father at 18 as he impregnated a local bitch on a drunk night out, that’s what we are dealing with here. I looked over his shoulder at his substantial soft organ, and began to direct his hose in different directions, making patterns on the tree trunk for no apparent reasons, leading him to chuckle “Ehehhh…whatchadoing?”
I didn’t reply, because I didn’t even know what to say.
