Most of them just replied with silly little emotes and "lol"s. But one, a female friend who had the net alias "Juicepopcat", linked her to a wiki deta...iling what it was she had seen.It wasn't a wiki with lots of "Oh My God this is bad" on it. It told the browser about the joys of stimulation and the means to reach something called an "orgasm". Sue didn't know what that meant but as she continued reading, it slowly became apparent.After thanking her friend Juicepopcat and ctrl+D'ing the wiki, . “Come on” I said, inviting him to the sofa.“Are you hungry?” I asked.“No” he said while laying down on the sofa, his white cotton socks on my lap. I smiled with delight. I caressed his feet and massaged them. First with the socks, them I pulled them off. They were clean, he changed them after his shower. His feet were clean and also smelled of lavander, but they were sore and tired. I did massage them for a long time, and he smiled, closing his eyes. He was home at last. He sighed in bliss.He. Annie continued to leave messages, begging me to reconsider. I phoned her and tried to reason with her, pointing out that this was only one Friday night, and that we'd soon be spending every Tuesday and Friday night in her guestroom. This consoled her for about five minutes. Her next message was her trump card. "Mr. Bristow wants to meet with you. Be on Main Street at nine PM. He'll be driving his car." What did I tell you when we had our talk?" he asked, as soon as I was seated in his car.I. He kissed her. That surprised her, and it took a few seconds before she responded. The kiss she gave was tentative, still unsure. He backed off so she could see his smile. She smiled back, and the next kiss was deeply passionate. ‘Are you sure?’ she asked when they came up for air. ‘I’m sure,’ he said firmly. In his hand, her cock was stirring, starting to swell. He had never been with another guy in his life, had never wanted to. And, like most men, had been at least a little homophobic most.