He reached for my right hand and placed it right on his crotch
. It came to the point that if I had heard another poor recital of “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?” uttered, I would have screamed.
. Why not, I had nothing else planned; “sure” I said. I pulled them up, cringing at the feeling of my own paste against my genitals, matting my pubic hair no doubt
He reached for my right hand and placed it right on his crotch
. It came to the point that if I had heard another poor recital of “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?” uttered, I would have screamed.
. Why not, I had nothing else planned; “sure” I said. I pulled them up, cringing at the feeling of my own paste against my genitals, matting my pubic hair no doubt
He reached for my right hand and placed it right on his crotch
. It came to the point that if I had heard another poor recital of “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?” uttered, I would have screamed.
. Why not, I had nothing else planned; “sure” I said. I pulled them up, cringing at the feeling of my own paste against my genitals, matting my pubic hair no doubt
