Not meeting his eyes, I put my hands under the waistband of my briefs, skinned them down my thighs to the floor and stepped out of them. I resisted a ...trong desire to cover my crotch.Still looking down, I saw his big hand reach out and gently take hold of first one ball, then the other, rolling the nuts gently between his fingers. "Just relax," Carl said again.I grinned weakly. "I'm trying." Okay, the testicular exam is done. Looks fine." Carl continued to look at me with a somewhat quizzical. Your constructive comments and emails will help me know if I’m on the right track. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this new adventure. ******************** It was the spring of 1862 and the early morning fog was starting to rise and burn off in the valley so you could see the budding trees and other plants coming awake after the long winter. This was the valley where young Joshua Kelly lived and he was hiding at his father’s orders, he would have rather been standing in front. "I've noticed it, too." She looked out the window for a moment, still pained at confronting the memories of her rape. "He's not humble. He's submissive." Cindy's jaw dropped open.Katie continued. "When we saw him, we noticed something else. How he was carrying his books." She lifted a notebook and demonstrated. "Against his chest. With both hands. Like a girl."Cindy looked at Katie, disbelief etched on her features. "You're saying..." She couldn't finish the thought, impossible as it. I got an instant hard-on and without bothering, started staring at her tits. I had maybe gone into a trance like state imagining what I would do with those awesome pair of tits if I could get my hands on them.In the heat of the moment, I missed the fact that she was staring at me with a bit of anger on her face. The moment I saw that, I turned my face away from her as I didn’t want a beating in a bus full of morally righteous people (so they say).I started looking elsewhere and in the meantime,.