It was trimmed, and bikini shaved, ones more, like you would picture it when you would pass 'her type' in the street. She pulled up her slip and her p...jamas bottem, and got to sit back on the bedside. I pulled back up the headend of the bed and she got back in and covered herself up.’ I see you later when your medication is here’, i said, opend the curtains end left the room with the trolly; went to the stockroom and just stayed there. Would this erection ever go down again? Man, dit this realy. The way my behind hurt didn't bother me. Much the opposite, I wanted to hug him, tell him it was alright, and that I felt bad for him having all that anger bottled up inside. Depending on the conversation, I also thought about telling him how I really felt. Even risking my dad thinking I was a slut, a whore, or something else, we could be alright once everything was out in the open. Perhaps he could even help me understand why I felt the way I did if I could suppress the horrible shame I felt. “Ok, you guys,” said Lewis helplessly. “I mean, is that really how you act when you get a handjob, Joe? You look like someone just struck you in the head with a ball peen hammer.” I was proud of Lewis for piping up and taking a shot at Joe. Joe did have a pretty stunned expression on his face and he was too distracted by my handjob to come up with much of a response. “Uh, it feels good,” he gasps as I tugged away on his quivering cock. “Is he circumcised?” asked Julia, watching in fascination. The stalk was very pale, but the plump, mushroom-shaped head was a purplish pink. There was a tiny slit at the end that had pouted open to emit a tiny bead of clear fluid. His balls were pulled into a tight round sack that was a deep pink near the top, fading to pale white underneath. I could see the little ovals inside, kind of pulled forward and up rather than sitting at the bottom. They looked to be just a little larger than almonds. I watched the stalk bob in the air for several beats of.