Feeling my spit on your girlcock and it slides up and down my stomach as i fuck you. “I wish it could cum, baby. If your girlcock could cum, where...would you cum when I suck it?” I would ask and then grip your hair, holding your face so i could slowly fuck you and watch your face as you think about where you’d finish — if only you could cum.I would keep fucking you slowly, and deeply, and tell you your cunt belongs to me. Even your slippery little blue girlcock belongs to me. And I’d stroke. Some explanation followed as to how men produce white stuff when they enjoy having their cock touched and could have led to yet more questions had not Harry turned the subject back to the original topic as it seemed that Harry’s curiosity as my cock ring had not been assuaged and further questions followed: “Did it hurt?” “Was it nice to wear?” “How did I get it on?” and so on, with the subject clearly fascinating him; as I guess anything in relation to a penis for a boy edging onto puberty was. I knew things about her and her husband that I probably shouldn't have. Since I was the only guy in attendance most times, I had been anointed an honourary female, and the girls didn't hold back. I mean, not every conversation we had revolved around worrying about police issues. About the only time I was expected to be a man was when someone needed a hug, and it seemed I had held all of these women nearly as much as I held Kamsy, if for somewhat different reasons. It was a service I enjoyed. I was in a hurry but I wondered why she was crying so I said. Are you okay Karen?”Her lip quivered and she barely got the sentence out before she broke down completely. “I’m Stephany’s best friend and she acted like she didn’t even know me today.” Then she began sobbing.I patted her on the back and said as I rushed off toward the crowd of teenagers. “I’ll talk to her Karen.” And I left her standing there.I found Steph and pulled her from the group.She complained “DAAAd What’s the rush?”“Where’s.