He doesn’t seem to be interested in any type of sex – as in not even slightly. I’ve asked him to do a couple of things with me and he’ll do th...m willingly enough. And he has the most beautifully soft and gentle hands I’ve ever come across. But he doesn’t get excited about doing stuff like that. I can see it in his eyes – he’s just doing it because I asked, not because it does anything for him. I know he’s missing the physical parts which would normally show when a boy is excited but surely his. "Franc listened quietly, he felt sorry for her. He couldn't come up with any words to console her. He also knew her future in New York wasn't going to be a cheering one. He turned around to look at her. Tears were flowing down her cheek. He pulled the handkerchief out from his pocket and passed to her."Where are you originally from?" Frank asked after a while."A small town in Ohio, about thirty minutes from Pittsburgh." Have you ever thought about going back there?" No, I'm a disgrace to. The reason for the affliction was pretty clear to the boss of the CDC, who was a regular reader of Panty Boy and knew that men across America couldn't stop looking at my pictures and stroking their Johnsons to creamy conclusions.That was pretty flattering for me. (Giggle)Maybe you remember my second pictorial in Panty Boy's annual swimsuit issue. My three best friends and I were shown "enjoying" each other while wearing pretty lingerie, then being enjoyed by big, hairy, hunky men on a beach. Lie back on your bed with your eyes closed and enjoy."I murmured my agreement, knowing his stories were always sexual I started to strip. Juggling the phone on my shoulder I bent to pull off my shorts. Of course that made the phone cord pull tight, making me drop the phone. Picking it up I unbuttoned my shirt. Why hadn't I gotten a longer phone cord? Trying to pull the shirt off was impossible, but I didn't want to miss his opening. Finally I decided to leave my bra and underwear on and save.