He was scared. He had been scared since they left the house yesterday morning and he didn't see how anything could be right again. He had killed a man... More than one he was pretty sure but only one that he knew it was his bullet that killed him. He had seen the surprise, or was it terror, on the man's face. He handed the pistol and shells to his dad. He was scared for his dad too. He knew it was going to be dangerous getting close enough to shoot them with the little weapon."Dad," Jimmy. My fingers squeezing your cock through your trousers... I want to feel your body against me... I straddle your legs and lean down to meet you lips as you move to kiss me again... Moving on your lap I feel your cock swell in your trousers... Placing my hands under your shirt and feeling your chest beneath my hands... Wanting to feel more of me you slip one of your hands surreptitiously under my top and cup my bra-covered breast in your handMoaning as I feel your thumb brush over my. ” Your eyes finally meet mine. And a faint smile grows. “Do you like your gift?” What can I say in answer? It is more than a gift. It is a statement of the courage that you have found in yourself. It is an awareness of your own body and the effect that you have on me. It is an acknowledgement of your womanhood. It is much more than a gift. “Shi de.” A simple answer in your own language. But not enough. “God, yes.” “I bought it for you.” “Thank you. Xie xie ni.” And you laugh. “You always make. ” Taking Randy’s hand, I pulled him to his feet and led him towards my examination room. “Randy, I need to get a sample of your prostate fluid. Have you ever had a prostate examination, a prostate massage?” “No. How will you do that?” “I’m going to slip my finger up your ass and massage it. Did you know that your prostate is the equivalent of a girl’s G-spot. Most guys find it very pleasurable and even have an orgasm during the message, so don’t be surprised if you shoot your wad all over.