She gasps and turns red. There had been an unpleasant crime in the town recently and the perpetrators hadn’t been caught. Well now I knew who’d do...e it.It wasn’t me, Hannah sobbed, it was my boyfriend.That’s not what it looks like in the diary though, I say.My dick is still in my hand and I continue to insolently masturbate while she considers her predicament. She starts to say something. I know, I sneer, you’ll do anything not to be reported….I spray spunk over the floor.Well you can begin by. "Uh what do you mean?" Wesley asked lookingat the boys. "You know playing with your pecker like that, milkingthe pee out of your dick." Jackson replied. "Oh, that, sorry but mydinky sometimes lets out a drop of pee when I have finished peeingand it stays stuck in my foreskin and it feels weird and my daddytold me to squeeze any pee left in there and sometimes he tells meto pull my foreskin back and shake any pee out of my dinky."Wesley explained."Ok too much info there Wesley, anyway how. They can be so aggressive!"Things quieted down once Fernando and his never ending shouting and attention hogging, was gone. I looked in the mirror and really didn't recognize the girl looking back, but even as I let Polly Dryden use me for her personal baby doll, I wondered how to hide a Glock under the dress. It wasn't a very romantic topic, but it was practical as hell.Polly had her own things to do, and I was instructed to be ready to go 'up' to dinner, whatever that meant, at exactly seven. It was a little hot for me, but I was a little hot for her. Very quickly, I reached into the medicine cabinet, and grabbed one of the enhancement pills my wife had given me before. I wanted to make sure Sally had a good time. She didn't seem to notice as she stepped in the shower, and, if I thought she couldn't get any more attractive, I was quickly proven wrong. I don't like stripping myself, because I feel it's presumptuous, but I had no other choice. I shucked my clothes off like I was an.