He started to cry hysterically to me saying that his willy was sore, needed my mouth and his private parts felt ill and were going to explode. I held ...is butt cheeks and squeezed them, saying that he could pee as much as he wanted to. ( I made sure he drank a lot of juice earlier) "I once walked in on my sister with her boyfriend and he was about to pee and he told her to wrap her legs around his hips and it would feel really good." he said. "Why don't we try that?" I tightly squeezed my legs. It meant my consumption of beer was limited to one or two, so I cherished them. I traveled the world through beer. Tonight, I was visiting Japan with an Asahi Super Dry lager.“Ethan, can I ask you something?”“You’re awake.” I smiled. “Sure. Go ahead.”She waited a beat and studied her fingernails, not looking at me. I hugged her shoulder tighter.“I don’t swear much but, when I’m climaxing, is it all right to use crude language?”I pondered it for a while, then answered her. “Sure. There’s nothing. These old pictures you posed in are really fantastic!”Katherine was very intrigued to hear her 17 year old son critiquing something that she had, for all intents and purposes considered to be her foray into soft porn. In a way she was secretly exhilarated to know he found it, when the revelation struck her, she realized that he had now seen the sex poses... which caused a tiny hot spark to shoot down her spine.She uncorked a bottle of red she had set on top of the fridge earlier in the day and. As Bobby looked around, the familiar drills and routines of baseball came flooding back. Even the smells were familiar: fresh cut grass, sweat, bubble gum, leather gloves, eye black, dirt, sunflower seeds... it all blended together to make baseball, and Bobby found himself taking deep breaths to suck it in, savoring the return of the lost aroma."I can't see him," said Sammy in frustration."Me either," said Collette."He's a catcher," offered Bobby. "They're over against the left field sideline.