At least eight inches of attention and in full control of my attention. I couldn't help myself. I had to touch that magnificent cock. I pretended to b... returning that cock to inside his boxers. When Josh woke up that's what I told him, but I was really just stroking my first real cock. The look he gave me told me he knew better. He said "Don't stop now. Here I am with a hard-on and your stroking has me going. If you stop, you'll regret it."I didn't know what he meant, and I didn't want to stop. She laid a second towel on the wet sofa and flopped down. I realised that I was feeling distinctly uncomfortable as well.“jasmine, go upstairs to my bedroom and look in the wardrobe. You should find a couple of bathrobes in there. Bring those down as well as the robe from my bed.”She walked out again and hurried back upstairs.“I think we all need to change into something more comfortable and drier. There’s no way you ladies can go home tonight not in the state you’re both in. You must stay. Judging by the look on his face, she realized it was too late. She swallowed when Henry flexed his arm muscles.“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone,” commented Henry, his gruff voice rumbling from the garage. He narrowed his eyes as he looked over the young woman. She was attractive in a white middle class cheerleader sort of way. He knew that the kids in this area would eat her up and spit her out for saying something like that to one of them.“I guess not.”“You guess?” bellowed. I was taking too much satisfaction at being hung up on by Ollie Pettersen, twice in one day.I stopped talking about Ollie's urgent telephone call and she dropped it too."What's in the package?" She asked as she slid next to me on the car seat. She had seen the package that had arrived from my family. It was a box of birthday presents for me. This would mark the third birthday that Laura had forgotten or overlooked since we had been acquainted."It's from my family," I answered casually.I watched.