In time, Jack rolled himself over and got out of my bed; I expected him to leave, but instead he reached for my chamber pot under the bed. With as muc... care as the beasts in the field, he pointed his manhood at the pot and urinated. I should have turned my face, but some lurid fascination descended on me. I had never considered how men performed this task, and watching this base element seemed to stir me. Donald would never have done this, but somehow I just kept watching. For some reason the. When she suddenly ran her hand up my leg and touched the shaft of my cock. She told me that I should perhaps get some pants that were not as tight. I have a rather large cock and it was straining the pants I had chosen.she made a point of running her hand up and down my cock to make the point. She said " I will give you some pants that are not as revealing." She came back with a couple of pairs that thought might be better for me. I tried on the pants and she pointed out that that might be. Finally he unbuttoned her trousers. She was wet and hot. And despite that very short foreplay she was more than ready for him. Her breathing was fast and frantic. He could see a very meaningful smile appearing on her beautiful face. His fingers were now moving on her clitoris in this particular way that allowed her to drift to the parallel world, where everything except from her pleasure was a bullshit. Now facing the wall, she felt her trousers and panties being pulled down half the way to. ” I told her that I would manage to get my clothes on, although it wouldn’t be very comfortable. “If you left the room it’ll eventually go soft anyway,” I suggested. Almost immediately she replied that she wanted to see this happen, and by the serious expression on her face it was obvious to me that she really wasn’t going to leave now until she had witnessed my cock going soft. Well, there was no way that my hard cock was going to go soft with any sixteen year old girl just stood staring.