"I don't know, man! What the hell is this game you picked up, dude?" Kevincried.Luke said nothing. He had been the only one yet to uncover his eyes an... lookback at the TV screen.Something was different."Luke? What the hell is this shit?" Kevin added. "Dude?" He finally uncoveredhis eyes and looked at the TV. "Whoa, dude." he trailed off.On the blue half of the screen stood none other than Kevin himself. The gamehad somehow gotten down every last detail of Kevin's body, from his shortbrown hair. I told her I had laid there several times and stroked my cock. She was embarassed but excited. Asked if I had gotten off and I told her I had. To that, she said "so you still have some spunk". To that I reach up my pant leg and pulled out my rock hard cock. I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. She didn't know what to do but eventually I felt tug on it. With no one around to see, I told her to do as she wished with it. She gave me a good hand job from her chair but I wanted her on her. ”“Okay,” Georgia replied.Oscar reached the door of the house and found an elderly couple watching him from the window. Raising a hand, he said, “Hello.”The old man, using a cane, stepped out of the house and looked at Oscar with suspicion. The small stature of Oscar reduced the man’s fear of strangers sufficiently that he went outside rather than talk to him through the window. In a voice hoarse with age, he asked, “Who are you?”“I’m Oscar Meyers.”The man looked at the truck by the road and. So yes i also do it Rob. Oke, does that make you feel less ashamed?” She focused her pronounciation of the word masturbation to accent that it is a normal term to use. I was in awe, she told so openly, so still i wanted to know more. “Well yeah that makes me feel alot better, but still its a bit awkward, im sorry. Its just the whole sock thing, its so stupid”She stood up. “What the fact that you were smart to not make everything dirty, or the fact that you masturbated? Dont be silly. I can see.