“Well, she didn’t like having sex with me,” he proffered.“Why?” I asked, now completely intrigued.“Well,” he again intoned, “She alway... referred to my cock as a drunk-dick.”This revelation left me speechless, and I simply looked at him with complete bewilderment.With a guffaw, he then went on to explain more fully. “She simply couldn’t handle my cock when she was sober,” he laughingly informed me.Tempted as I was to get a dimensional evaluation, I refrained from doing so, hoping that this. “Oh thanks a lot Peter, didn't know you ordered for me to. How much do i owe you?” “You don't owe me anything. Now come and eat” I sat down and we started eating. After 2 minutes or so. I felt him staring at me. And when i looked at him he instantly looked away. We saw some more tv as we ate. But i felt his eyes on me. I looked at him again, and saw his eyes wander from my feet and till my back. I looked down at my feet. Shit…. I don't know how. But somehow my jeans had folded itself halfway up. I fell down to the floor and ran my hands through my hair. But my hands were sticky, and smelling oddly too. I hadn't wiped off all the precum.----After a quick shower I returned to the computer in my bedroom. All hope had been abandoned now and if there was any chance that I may continue what I had started it was thrown out as soon as I opened up the video folder again. My dad was home.The rest of the afternoon was spent alone in my room. Resigned to the fact that I would have to wait. “Well come with me out to my dad’s car, he’s waiting for me, and I’ll get you the money.”She follows him out. When they get to the car she informs his dad that he got the bet wrong and that she showed Johnny that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.His dad exclaims: “That mother fucker! He bet me $100 this morning that he’d see your pussy before the end of the day!”This is compliments of john aA little old lady was walking down the street dragging two large plastic garbage bags behind her. One of.