"You've been dating him since you were eighteen, and I've never seen why!" Oh, mom, just because you don't like him doesn't mean he's a bad guy," his ...ister replied back. The two never talked about the boyfriend when others were around, so this was more information Matt had heard before. One of his fly legs twitched forward, as if to step forward, then SNAP!Suddenly Matt was back in his own body, but not where it had been before. Instead he was standing in front of the toilet, lid up and urine. She got home in about ten minutes, while her mother was still in the shower."Listen, I don't like lying for you. By the way, the story is that you were comparing homework over at Nannette's. Now, since you can't seem to enjoy your 'night out' responsibly, I think next Thursday will be another marathon blow job, from the minute you get home from school until your mother pulls into the driveway." Her face paled a bit. She knew I'd do it, I had before. It had been an excruciating experience for. He went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out and was sitting on the bed I asked him if I could talk to him about something. He said yes. I told him about what had happened today and I noticed that his cock was peeking through his bathrobe opening and that it was getting hard. He asked me what I thought about it and I told him that I liked it but was wondering if it was alright. He said that it was ok as long as you didn't tell anyone. He then asked me to show him what I did to. “I. AM. HOT. Did I mention that I'm gonna melt? I want to take off my sweater, but the leather of the beanbag will stick to my skin and it'll feel all gross.”“Just take off the sweater.”“I don't want to feel like a human pineapple.”“I like pineapples,” he says.I've undone my button fly and am now lifting my butt from the beanbag so I can slide my jeans down my hips. I'm vaguely aware of his silence as I do it. I peel them off my legs and feel delighted by the cool air on my skin. The decision.