I would jack-off right now but it’s would take ages for me to reach my climax. Like most people, morning wood will stay morning wood and will never ...release sap. I start day-dreaming, singing, wasting 30 minutes of time and rushing after the shower.I do whatever I usually do in the morning after that and head to school with my brother.Noah:“Great…anxiety.” I am always anxious before school. And why? Because I have an anxiety disorder. It’s called social anxiety. My brother knows about my anxiety. His cock is 7" not real thick but not skinny by any means. His nuts sag nice perfect to suck on he keeps his balls shaved and pubes trimmed. when we met for the first time he let me in took me to his spare bedroom where there was a TV is was on with some porn playing a couch and a chair in the room it was his entertainment room. we sat on the couch together got to know each other a little first. When he said well I guess you are here to service me right I said yes sir. he said he likes that I. " Displeasure "What the fuck is going on here?" Lost "Where the fuck are we." Disbelief "UNFUCKING BELIEVABLE!" Retaliation "Up your fucking ass!" Denial "I didn't fucking do it." Perplexity "I know fuck all about it." Apathy "Who really gives a fuck, anyhow?" Greetings "How the fuck are ya?" Suspicion "Who the fuck are you?" Panic "Let's get the fuck out of here." Directions "Fuck off." Disbelief "How the fuck did you do that?" It can be used in an anatomical. I kept hold of her right hand in mine all the time. I really didn’t want to let go.“Well, Belinda,” my mom said, “I’m glad you and Michael got to see each other. I don’t remember a time lately when he’s had such a great smile on his face.”Bight crimson flowed over my face and I’m sure Lindie’s too when my mom winked at us both proving she knew more than she was ever going to let on that she knew. It’s hard to put anything over on a mom. It’s in their genes.Lindie giggled and demurely put her.