You taste like salted butter and my pre-cum now dribbles down my shaft. I then teasingly slip a small finger deep inside of you. Not enough to please ...ut just enough to announce the pleasure that is yet to come. Your whole body goes rigid with the feeling of that entry. I remove it slowly and rub your juices across my swollen cock, protruding from my slacks. As my finger becomes coated with my pre-cum, mixing with your nectar, I then bring it to your lips. You quickly suck the juices off it in. My hair was squeaky clean, but rather than dry it, I simplylet it air dry, slipping on a robe and sitting at the kitchen table soI could do my nails. I always liked doing my nails, and I was quitegood at it. I filed each nail to fit, carefully placing each one on myfinger tips, holding it in place while the super nail glue took hold.In the past I had not used nail glue, but this was going to bedifferent. Trimming each nail, filing them to the final shape andpainting each one with two coats of. .you've already explianed this." Drew said. "No, son, listen. Like I said, we're already had the scientific talk with you....but I haven't had 'THE Talk' with you." Ron said. "Oh...." Drew said. "Son, sit down. "Now, son, is there any.....girl in your life?" Ron said. "Well, just this girl that I've dated a few times. We haven't taken anywhere past a 3-minute make out." Drew said. "Ok, well, keep it that way. Son, you're going to get......well, I'll just say it. You're going to get. He had thought he'd had some bad ones before during the course of his thirty-one years on Earth. There was the time he'd found out his wife (now ex-wife) had been cheating on him with her dentist for more than a year. There was the time he'd had the kidney stone and had spent eighteen hours in screaming agony waiting for it to pass. There was the day—only four months ago now—he'd been arrested for driving under the influence of alcohol. None of those could hold a candle to this day, a day that.