A thoughtful look crosses my face and then I smile and whisper, ‘What are you up to?….that was way to easy’. You just seem to smirk, and then I ...now I’m sure I will find out soon enough. Sighing softly, I release your fingers from my own, and rest my arms just above your shoulders. I can feel your warm hands glide over my back and sides, and the look on your face changes from mischief to desire. Reaching over with my fingertip, it slowly outlines your cheek, and gently brushes through your hair. As in:"See that man?That's Jacob.He runs a little truck farmHere in the country.Looka his pants!Looka how tight!So tight it's gotta hurt!Looka that man!He lives just for his testicles!Why... Why... I'd say:'He's balls nuts!'"fromChapter 16Wanda Bell's"A Belle's Balls Mania"1978University of Ball State Press.Made in USA.Laid in USA:Two eggsBetween legsof a manWho'sBalls nuts!Behold me!(A Shaved Dick's Decree)Behold me!Hairless, I stand before ye!Free I hang, Floppy free:No leaf-like hairsTo hide. As they exited, Shari suggested they sit in the car, since what she would be smoking, isn't exactly legal. She led him to the car and I could hear her giggling and laughing with nervous excitement half a block away.She got in the car and leaned over to unlock his door. He barely had the door closed and Shari was making her move. "I didn't really want to smoke anything. What I really wanted was this..." and she reached with her left hand and grabbed his cock through his pants as she awkwardly. Mom's smiled and spoke, “That's a real nice hunk, Honey, have you ever put in a woman's pussy?”“No, I'm a virgin still, mom. I've been a good boy and not done anything dumb, like get a girl pregnant, or risk getting VD, or AIDS. I've had lot of fun, but no fucking.”Mom replied, “That's my smart boy! Maybe we can reward you, for your caution somehow.” Dad's face was buried in her crotch, so the words he muttered couldn't be understood, but they seemed to be a positive kind of murmur. Mom.