“Hun, a penis is a guy’s private part. Your friends shouldn’t know what that is and shouldn’t have seen one because they are too young. Once y...u get older I’ll explain it some more.” “Brother, what it look like?” “Hun, I don’t have any pictures to show you and I don’t really want you seeing one until you’re older.” “Don’t you have a penis? You could show me yours just so I know what the other girls are talking about.” “Sis, that’s not a good idea.” I said knowing that it might come off weird. If I’m not, you damn sure won’t get the show you’re hoping for later.” Actually, I didn’t know what being drunk was supposed to feel like. I was still tingling all over, but I wasn’t slurring my words or having trouble walking. I was feeling really bold though.“Would you like an even better deal?”“What do you have in mind?” He asked, sounding interested.I took another sip of my drink, “What will it take for you to let me watch you jerk off?”I had to giggle when I saw his reaction. His eyebrows. As that thread of the conversation seems to be fading, I ask, “From a woman’s perspective, what makes a man good in bed? What will make you want to have sex with him, and brag to your friends?”I don’t really expect an answer, but I get one. All the girls in the group take it seriously and have something to say. They talk about wanting a guy who could last long enough to give them at least one real orgasm. A number of them express a desire for a man who wants to give them pleasure, not just to. " Yes, but they have found a corpse; the general has been killed, and in all countries they call that a murder." A murder do you call it? why, there is nothing to prove that the general was murdered. People are found every day in the Seine, having thrown themselves in, or having been drowned from not knowing how to swim." Father, you know very well that the general was not a man to drown himself in despair, and people do not bathe in the Seine in the month of January. No, no, do not be.