I guess he had a late night too. As I told him my whole story, I was surprised he didn't make any comments or even a hint of a joke. He looked very se...ious as he made me drop my pants and he started poking around my balls.I don't think I need to tell you that my penis was about one inch at this point. Cold male doctors' hands aren't really my thing. I noticed he spent extra time squeezing my left ball and asking if it hurt. It did, but I played it down a little. I was kind of scared of the. I received an extra year of kindergarten and was seven when I started the first grade. Debbie was held back, like her sister, for social and maturity reasons. She was seven in the first grade, too. When we were in the eighth grade, Debbie’s sister, Sally, was the senior class president, head cheerleader, annual queen, homecoming queen, prom queen, and just about anything else she wanted to be. Debbie was following in Sally’s footsteps—not quite as tall as Sally, but every bit the same. Giving in and letting her knees fall to opposite sides, Blue slid her palm down to the waistband of her sleep pants and let herself wonder what it would be like to wake up with John in the mornings. What did he wear to bed? Anything? If she woke him with kisses and soft touches, if she was careful not to startle him as she slid under the covers with him and whispered her needs into his ear, would he wake slowly? He would be growing fully under her hand as she boldly caressed him… sleepily. He found it difficult to look away and not look at them. Always trying to be the perfect gentleman, he had to pull his eyes away in order to spare Jamie any embarrassment. But he wanted to look deep in those eyes, and tried to think of any excuse to talk to her. When she removed the hood covering her head he was greeted by her long, soft blonde hair. This time he could not help staring. She looked like an angel. His angel. Unfortunately for him, this time she noticed he was staring. ‘My hair.