He patted the slight, trim pudge of his belly. He scratched at the itchy spot beside his balls, which were coated in a svelte down. His beak was navy-...colored to match his arms and feet, and the malleable portions of his lips smiled as his dazed green eyes glimpsed downwards.He was sporting the father of all morningwood erections. His curved navy-hued dick arched at attention as if performing a full salute. His oblong glans appeared fairly swollen, and he was sure if he gave them a poke he'd be. It was one of those days in early February where every time you exhaled you could see your breath. It was just cold enough so that breathing hurt your lungs a little bit. I had walked over to the school by cutting through the woods, just like we used to do when I attended the school as a child. I had some good memories at that school. Six years of good memories really. I'd been pretty happy and carefree when I was little. I didn't have too many concerns then, and I worried only about whether. She instinctively covers her naked body anticipating the worst. Who’s there she asks, no answer. I know there is someone there. She is worried it’s the teenagers next door, which could be rather embracing. She pears over the concrete wall and sees our neighbor, James standing there with cock in hand. I’m so embarrassed, he says. I couldn’t resist. I was coming to invite you guys over for a braai and saw you guys fucking each other crazy. Oh, don’t worry James, we can keep this our little. A small paper bag. ‘Here’s a little something extra. See you next week.’ Susan heard his boots on the linoleum and scrambled under the covers on the couch, settling into the indentation made by her mother’s body in the night. She peeked out to look, her mother still on the floor, curled on her side now, staring at the bag. She heard the kitchen door slam, and her mother sobbed, picking up the bag and throwing it through the doorway into the living room. Susan ducked under the covers until only.