"Henry, I..." Evan started, but I cut him off."You're uncut," I said. "How do you jack off? Without the foreskin, I mean."He just sat there with his n...ow-flaccid penis under his hands, not sure what to make of this. I could see his mind racing, trying to decide what to do. At long last, he moved away his hands and picked up his penis."You just gotta make it wet with spit or something," explained Evan, spitting into his other hand and rubbing it along the shaft of the penis. "Then, you just...you. She had violated every moral lesson that they had taught her. She couldn’t let them see the slut daughter that she had become.“Now you and I are going to get dressed and go visit your parents. I’m sure they’re worried about their little girl staying out all night. You’re going to tell them that I’m your new boyfriend and that you’ve fallen in love with me and that you’re moving in with me. You’re going to pack a few things and then you’re going to say goodbye to your parents and leave with me. ." The question is, how'd she do it?" she went on as though I hadn't talked. "I mean, the damsel-in-distress routine can only go so far. Did she actually go so far as to give up the precious poontang? Did America's sweetheart actually spread her legs to get you hooked on this thing?"Without a word I gestured to Lauren and headed towards the door with her in tow. I stepped outside and closed the cabin door behind us, then stepped across the dirt trail. Lauren's face was white with anger, and as. And check in with work. And freshen up. And a bunch of other things. I can never go back to sleep after waking up anyway.I untangled myself from Wes, wincing because my entire body was sore. I could barely sit up and get my legs to the edge of the bed. Jesus fucking Christ. He’d been rougher than I’d thought.“Mm, don’t,” said a muffled voice, thick with sleep.I felt a strong, warm hand close around my wrist, stopping me before I could get out of bed.I guess sleeping like the dead and being a.