Mr. Jones stood.“We submit exhibit six, also from his writings. It demonstrates a growing and concerning fascination with sex, to the point where he...masturbates and ejaculates in front of the nun! Further, using this seventh sense he has, he abetted in the kidnapping of a young woman on the street, mystifying her or paralyzing her while men pursued and captured her. He is clearly a loose cannon, Your Honor, and must be confined.”Doug stood.“My objection to the former exhibits applies to this. And I’d like to work there, eventually.”“Why UofC?”“It’s a good school, but also a friend of mine was in the hospital there for a while and they took really good care of her.”“May I ask about that?”“She had leukemia. She was only supposed to live for six months when she went there, but ended up living four years. They were so kind and nice and caring, I decided I wanted to do that and help people the way they helped my friend.”“When did this happen?”“Right after I moved to Chicago. She was the. I like you. I’m just exhausted I guess.” “Oh, great. I really think you are awesome!” Things got quiet after that and we both went back to glumly staring at the tube. Then I got some crazy idea and scooted next to Colt. He glanced over and I put my arm around his shoulder, really burying my face into his personal bubble. I slid my hand up his thigh before taking his then-flacid array of cock and squeezing it in my hands, massaging it through his jeans. “You know, we’ve really only had. .. He is still at my tits and I love the attention he is giving them. Not rushing at all. Sucking and licking like he's hungry, but not too aggressive, not like he's trying too hard. He's easy and yet he's doing the work, he is initiating. He's still in his boxers, but now I see a tent forming over his cock. He must be getting hard now. Damn it! Take off your boxers, will you? I want to see it. I want to see what kind of cock my tall, tanned foreigner has for me. Why should this stranger have.