Mr. John Thomas doesn't stand to attention for just any old female." Mr. John Thomas? I thought we were talking about you." She did look confused."It'... just a name for my ... um ... manhood."She laughed. "You call him Mr. John Thomas?" It's a traditional name," I said, with as much dignity as I could muster."Well, I think I want to meet Mr. John Thomas," she said.I admit I was a little fired up by now, so I didn't resist. I just skinned out of my shorts and let her see it.Gone was her little. I stepped inside to see mum and dad in the doorway waiting to greet her back from her trip I couldn't’t believe it every cell in my body needed to carry her upstairs and release weeks of dreaming and frustrating nights pleasing myself. But we stayed talked to my parents and played nice. Under the table she stroked my dick with her foot whilst I tried to compose a sentence to my mum I could barely open my mouth as lust took over my body. I stopped talking for a moment and collected my thoughts.. Standing up he shut down his computer and moved to get dressed. John was a tall an, standing just over six feet with sea blue eyes and dark brown hair. He was built slender but cut, his frame quite athletic and was told he was quite endowed. He grinned as he looked into the mirror, looking as good as he was going to he left to meet some of the people who had already gathered for the party.Stepping out he welcomed some of his friends from class, a group of friends that his brother new, then some. It was from an email Delilah sent me that I learned about Danny almost dying from having a ruptured appendix that had burst on him while he was helping carry a couch up the stairs leading to an apartment a friend of ours was moving to. He wound up spending almost a month in the hospital, mostly because the surgeon's accidentally cut into a part of his bowel when they performed an emergency appendectomy, and he got a really bad infection afterwards, when waste from that leaked out into his body.