White then reached down; he took hold of my soft cock, holding it between his fingers. I was cut, but still had a bit of foreskin. Holding my limp sha...t by the base, he then firmly peeled back what foreskin I had, fully exposing the pinkish tip of my 13-year-old cock. God it felt so good as he then twisted it from side to side, intently looking at my penis. This time though, it seemed that he was spending more time on my cock than he usually did. He pinched on the head of my cock, pulled on it,. “The data off of the computers we brought back from West Virginia; hasn’t the DHS tech department sent you their break-out yet?” I asked.“I don’t have anything in my mail box. I’ll call them,” he replied.I worked another hour on what I had, then found several interesting things.One was interesting enough that I emailed Special Agent Patrick Pine of the DHS Charleston office; ‘Have you interviewed or arrested, or searched the property of Balthazar Khamini?”The second name in was noted as coming. “Take off the jacket and I’ll hang it up in the bathroom.”He pulled it off and I could see his shirt was also sopping wet and clinging to his chest.“Jeez, Gage, you’re soaked through,” I commented.“You don’t have any protection from the rain over your front door, you know,” was his retort.“Yeah, I know,” was the weak defense I could come up with. “I didn’t design the house.”He scoffed and unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. I watched him dry off his body.“Where did you get a body like that,. “So, where are you staying now?”Stephanie rolled her eyes. “I’m back home. It’s terrible.”“Nuh uh. Nobody deserves that torture after what you’ve went through. Come stay with me.”“Really? I mean, that would be great, but...”“No buts. I’ve got a spare room. As long as you can deal with me hooking up every so often when I need some dick.”“God, I could use some of that. Christian was boring in bed. I mean, he had a big dick, but that was about it.”“I’ll hook you up, girlfriend. Want to.