” Am I handsome? ”“Of course shanu u are the most handsome guy I have ever met?”“Really! I thought u liked uncle more”She stared at me for... some time and said” there are things a woman likes more than a handsome man. If my husband was the most handsome guy on earth and you had better things then I would like you more of course”“What things?She stared at me again and said ” what is your age?”“19”Then she nodded and said” a better tool”Tool ? I wondered then it clicked me. She was indirectly. My balls weren’t used to being this full and although I didn’t have wet dreams, after every erection my pre-cum would leave a silver dollar spot in my undies. One nights stands were never my thing. I enjoy courting a girl and getting to know them and was willing to invest the time in finding someone I would enjoy being around. Also, who wants to fuck a slut? Not me. I would rather seduce a shy librarian. A nerd with glasses that turns out to be delightfully perverse once broken in. What can I. He nodded approval. “And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this plate as fast as you can” Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the Tigers picture took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field. The crowd went nuts, with roars and cheers. It took a lot of hairy balls for someone in Pony League to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture. The men were moaning as she stood up and reached behind herself. Still giggling and grinning, as though she had been handed a real-life Get Out of Jail card, she started speaking softly to her admirers as she removed her bra and then slid her white cotton bikini panties down her legs as well."Do you guys think I'm ugly? Or, maybe not ugly, but not so attractive, huh?" No one could possibly respond to that.Standing before them was a living, walking wet-dream. Perhaps an inch or two over five.