” She frowned, feeling jealous even though every instinct in her gut was telling her that it was a lie. He would never do that! “Are you sure it w...s him? Did he say his name was brad?” “I think so…I know for sure he said he was from —high. Perhaps it was someone else though…but I’m pretty sure it’s him.” Funnily enough, these sorts of comments were not uncommon. She had heard them many times in the past, though could never be sure why she says this. Whether her sister truly believes this or not. In a panic he's desperately trying to tuck his cock, back into his pants. But he's far past the point of no-return, beyond self control. Against his will, he explodes in his pants. ...FUCKING... GOD!!! He feels spurts of hot semen spraying against the inside of his jeans. He's not able to even get his hand out of the way in time. When he withdraws it from inside his pants, it's dripping with his own cum. It soaks thick and dark into his jeans. His balls and cock and are covered with the. Previously, she had been wearing a white t-shirt with a bra and white shorts with polka-dot panties. I remembered the panties because we all gave her a little ribbing about being able to see the dots through her shorts.When Kim returned, two things were glaringly obvious; she was no longer wearing her bra and panties were gone. She had also rolled down the top of her shorts and pulled them up drastically, leaving little to the imagination. As she got back to assisting me with the cleaning,. We did the short walk to my house. I unlocked the door and let us in. Erin followed right behind me to my bedroom where I dropped off my clubs in the closet. We went into the den."Have a seat," I said."What are you doing?" she asked."Bathroom."She was still standing when I returned.I sat down on the couch and she sat down on the other end. I turned on the TV and changed to channel seven. There was a good chance golf was on. It was and the leaders were on the seventeenth with only one stroke.