" Why not? Are you gay?" Cicely said with a smirk.I turned and looked hard at them saying, "Excuse me?" Well, maybe you are gay," Cicely added. "You d...n't talk to girls." Of course I talk to girls. Why do you think that?"Mila said, "You never talk to us." Why should I talk with you? I mean, if you were more friendly, maybe I would."They stopped talking for a moment and looked at each other. Then Mila said, "Maybe it's you that isn't so friendly. Would you be nice and bring us a Coke." Okay. I. The doctor put on a pair of latex gloves and took my flaccid penis measurements, as stated in one of the the previous chapters, 1.5 inches in length by 1.5 inches in girth. She then started masturbating my tiny penis between her thumb and forefinger trying to get me erect so she could take an erect measurement too.After a few minutes of this with no luck she asked my mother to help by spreading my cheeks apart for her, which she did, and the doctor whilst continuing to jerk my tiny penis forced. Hopefully later.Ejaculation; internal, on chest, in mouth, various.“I like everything so far,” I assured her, and then my eyes alighted on a series that escalated the kink quotient.Golden showers; him on me, me on him, oral?“Can I add something?” I asked.“Of course.”“Ejaculation,” I said. “I will want to come in your crack after I've licked you there next time.”“As I said,” she explained again. “There can be other things in between. Whatever you want to do or I want to do, we just say and as. . except I think I've seen him too. “Nooo...” she said, stretching the word out, “but I do have the same feeling too.” She hesitated, not wanting to appear too easy, but also wanting to get to know 'Nick' better. She smiled. “Why don't you sit down. Maybe we'll figure it out.” Nick sat. He took a sip of his coke. “Does Nick have a last name,” she asked. “Cramer, Nick Cramer.” He took a bite of pizza and with his mouth still full, asked, “And you are?” “Ashley Adams. Mean anything to you? Yours.