The alcohol had eased my nerves and soon I heard myself laying everything out. I explained how I would love to have sloppy seconds after she had been ...ith another guy. To my shock she just sat and listened, I could tell she wasn't against the idea. Her nipples were rock hard. I asked if she were cold? She said no , why? I said well your boys are pointing. She glanced down at her shirt then said no they aren't cold, just horny. I asked her outright, well what do you think? She said about what? I. I got the feeling from him that he was very happy to be here, and I was confident that we would work well together.All the while, I had been phoning Vannie irregularly. Once or twice a week I would call just to say hello and ask her how she was. The conversations were not long, but it allowed me to keep in touch with her. I was afraid if I didn't call, she wouldn't call me, and I didn't want to lose contact with her. She sounded okay, but nothing had changed. She was traveling now and then to. Itwas his chest. Now, I know Alan had gynecomastia when he was like 13 --that's when boys start to develop breasts like girls because of ahormonal imbalance, and while his breasts had shrunk, he has little manboobs and larger than normal nipples. He was very self-conscious aboutthis, and you rarely found him at the pool or beach in a swimsuit, andhe never wore tight shirts. You know he's on the short and slender sidefor a guy, and very cute with that full head of thick, medium-brown hairand big. My penis stood straight out away from my body. It danced up and down from my pulse racing. Em, who had been sitting back against the headboard watching slid forward on her elbows, then laid down on her stomach facing me, her head where my feet went on the bed. She put her fists under her chin to hold her head up and focused on my cock.“It has veins?” She was laser focused on me.“Yes it swells from blood flow entering the base, here.” I pointed to the base of my shaft, rolling the skin a little.