As soon as the laughter had ended, they both immediately felt the awkwardness of the situation. Shawn was the first to break the ice by grabbing onto ...is soaking wet shorts. They were close to impossible to pull down normally so he had to grab the waistband and roll the shorts down his legs until he could step out of them. He threw his shorts onto the bench and looked at Jacob.Jacob's eyes were wandering quite a bit, mainly in the direction of Shawn's penis which hung freely between his legs.. K.," I replied. "You're right, most of what's in that case has dried semen on it."Next he asked me how often I jerked off, where and when, an so on. My initial apprehension had somehow diminished, probably due to the whisky, but also due to his remark that we'd never see each other again. So I answered each of his questions less and less reluctantly, even though they grew progressively more personal and probing."What's your cock like?" he asked. By then this kind of question didn't faze. I had to stay in front of the Paragon.My ax glanced off her forearms. Blood dribbled from scrapes and cuts, exposing the iron-hard bone beneath. She didn’t feel my blows. She just parried them with those powerful arms. As hard as I swung, my attacks weren’t strong enough to break her arms. Somehow, I had to get through her guard.Greta turned back to fight and gasped. The Paragon’s blurring fist caught her hard in the chest. Her armor burst with water. It mitigated some of the blow, but the. As much as he wanted to stay nestled up to her nature called and he needed a cup of coffee and some breakfast so he wiggled out from under the covers and got dressed.Apparently sometime between when Callie made the trek to the restaurant and now it had started to snow heavy and there were a couple of more inches of snow in the parking lot. The highway was open but the going was slow according to a couple of truckers who had just come in from the west. He got two cups of coffee, some creamers,.