That’s where it really started, although I recognize it now as a progression from our early morning ass-stroking sessions. It happened more on morni...gs when he was still excited, those mornings he didn’t masturbate to completion in our bed, those mornings when his cock revived the minute soap and water were applied.Those mornings he would take my hand and put it on his cock as he washed it, slick and hard and throbbing, something he knew never failed to interest me. I couldn’toften resist a. . Weird how that works. Of course for most readers nothing in this paragraph makes any sense whatsoever, does it?I do that a lot ... Stop making sense, I mean. Burning down the house too, but my girlfriend is better than yours, especially when she takes me to the river ... but that's a wild, wild life during wartime ... are you keeping up? Most people don't know I'm really David Byrne, but it does explain quite a bit. Don't you think?Ummm ... Thirdly, just because there should be another point. H A I R Y ... not Harry ... he is NOT a Harold. Take yer shirt off Hairy.”I did.“Eww,” said Sally.“That shows how young you are, Sally. A fur pelt is warm in the lodge,” Karen said. “I’m for bed. I have classes in the morning and teach in the afternoon.” She walked to the painted lodge. “Goodnight. And keep quiet. Folks need their rest.”Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers... while pointing at each woman wasn’t exactly the best way to chose a bed partner.I ruminated. Maine flirt karne ke liye mom se pucha,Mai: Mom apki bra ki size kya hai?Mom: Kya? Q puch raha hai?Mai: Maine apki bra kat di na, nayi la dunga.Aur hum dono hans pade.Mai: Batao na, mom.Mom: 36D.Mai: Lagta hai phir apne bra pehn liye hai (bra ki strip mujhe dikh rahi thi). Mom muze thodi shockingly dekh rahi thi.Mai: (Cover karte huye),wo apke shoulder pe strip dikh rahi hai.Mom ne strip dekh ke strip ko dhak liye. Shayad mom ko samaz nahi aa raha tha ki kya reply kare, toh wo silent baithi hi.