Without even hearing him out I told him we were done. I thought he mightbe gay because he liked to wear skirts. That would be like a manbreaking up wi...h me because he thought I was a lesbian because I like tofish.I put up with guys who drank too much, who believed their hype too much,or who wanted to stay out with the boys too much. Those men putthemselves in front of the relationship all the time. I made excuses forthem. That they needed to mature, they what guys did, or the worst onethat. Next day he was distant until my aunt lunch time was over and she left to work again, then started showing me some oral porn and took my hand and hold it on his dick, and asked me to give him a hand-job and after he begged I agreed to do it this one time, he was standing in front of my and I was sitting in the desk chair in his bedroom, after A few minutes he started to come near my face and asked me to suck him several times and said that he loved oral sex, even offered to help me in anything. When done properly, my cock and balls are snugly outlined by the rolled undershorts and they are receiving enough compression to reward me with a pleasant genital hug and sometimes a nice chubby swelling.Wishing she would take a peek…The objective of my undershort rolling is two-fold. The first is to keep it in place when moving about after I fall asleep and we’ve talked about that already. The second is to get her to actually check out my package when she finally comes to bed.The truth is she. Chelsea let out a weakened scream and came a little more in her exhausted state. As she caught her breath she turned and kissed me hard while Kayla and Sara finished cleaning her. As she pulled away from the kiss she said, “Holy shit honey, I don’t even care if you guys end up doing stuff in the office, just so long as you promise me that we can keep having them over and doing this.”Sara jumped in before Chelsea had a chance to think about what she had said. “Sounds like a deal to me,” she.