”I chuckle. I can see that he is looking boldly over at my cock too.He chuckles and asks “What’s it like to be uncut?”I answer “I like it”...and laugh.I am finished pissing by now so I pull my foreskin fully back, chuckle and give it a shake and say “Now we look somewhat the same.”He says “Yeah, but yours is bigger!““Hah, not by much. Yours looks like it has a huge broad head.”I continue to play with my cock, pushing and pulling on my hood, stretching it out past the end of my cock, shaking it. "Come to my room," Jenna encouraged after dinner.I agreed. It had to better than adult conversation. They were such bores.I noticed when Jenna closed her bedroom door. At my house, my parents enforced an open-door policy when a girl was over at my house. I had girls that were friends over but never girlfriends. I hadn't ever dated unless you count a group of ten or so people as a date. In my mind, I had to be alone with a girl for it to be considered a date.There were several stuffed toy. "You have the fifth graders doing my homework?" You keep beating me in class standing," I explained."Pa-rade rest," I snapped. I think the colonel would have been proud of me. The girls snapped to a parade rest position like we'd seen in the movies, just like a Marine drill team. We'd practiced that afternoon before going to the school to get Robbie."All four can be used interchangeably to wash dishes, mop floors, clean the chicken coop, or remove ashes from the fireplace," I added."Why do I. We got to the bar about half eight in the evening. It quite busy in there, so we got out drinks and sat down in a corner. After maybe an hour or so, my friend came back from the toilet and said he had seen this awesome chick at the bar and that she was on her own because her friends had gone off with some guys they met earlier. We told him to go get her and bring her back to our table.After a few minutes, we spotted our mate walking towards us with this stunning, sexy woman. My friend.