’ I tell him. I unlock my door and let him in the house. I make coffee and we sit at the dining room table talking. I tell him how I got a phone ca...l telling me that he was dead and how I mourned for him. He explained to me that his real job was never really a computer programmer, but that he was in the military and what he was into was top secret. When the enemy got to his child and the child died he knew that they were on to him and had to get away to protect the rest of his loved ones. I had to piss and noticed a rest area was just a few miles up the interstate. I pulled in and quickly made my way inside and to the urinal. I had to pee so bad I wasn't paying attention to anyone around me. After finishing, I jerked my hood back and forth (being uncut-I have to jerk my dick a few times to make sure all the piss comes out. I wish I could just shake my dick like cut guys can but when I do that I always have piss left in me when I pull up my briefs.)I went outside and located the. Emma was unsure if she would go home to Sydney for university or remain in Paris, either way she needed good marks even just to prove to herself it was worth it. This meant she had little time for dating but she did manage to refine her skills of tantalizing the boys who lived in the apartment across the courtyard, Pierre and Serge. Meeting Serge Pierre and Serge were not related at all and were in their first year of Art school, they had both missed out on student accommodation and had by. He came in and we talked to forever catching up. It had been a while since we had seen each other. He was telling me all these exiting things he had done with a particular girl, as I sit there listening I am getting sexually aroused trying not to let him know that. He continues and the urges I am having are getting stronger and stronger. I am trying to concentrate on what he is saying and listening intently, but it is getting harder and harder to fight the urges. I than suddenly shut him up by.