Damn good. The brochure Jerry got in the mail was full of testimonials. The only problem was the money. The program cost $350. That was more than he m...ade in a month, even before deductions.He had been in town only a year. Turning twenty just as the mad and glorious sixties were ending, he had hopped a westward-bound Greyhound and somehow ended up in LA.Six months later he had scraped together enough. He mailed out a money order for $350. This had damn well better be worth it. Here he was,. I have no idea what to think, so I look at the second picture. My God. It’s a close-up. A butt fills the frame, and between the cheeks I can clearly see an anus and a pussy. I can only assume they’re mine, and feel myself turning bright red. Even though I’m alone in the room. I’m a mixture of curious and offended. I’m not thrilled she took these pictures without my knowledge. I’m also kind of fascinated to see how I look. I’ve never seen myself from behind, at least not like that. It’s never. I was very flattered but I was trying not to lose my mind with how fast my heart and mind were racing at his touch. He slid his hand down to my ballsack and gently played with them, my balls were huge for my age. To this day, no one has ever turned me on so much just through a gentle and curious touch. He laid back down and asked "do you want to..with me?" I reached over and played with his dick and balls the same way he had, sitting up and getting a close look at it. I'd never seen someone. The most surprising thing has we had everything in common, all our likes and dislikes. It feels like I am talking to myself and he feels the same. I have never such a friend. I don’t know what to call him a friend or a boyfriend or a soul mate. He always tells that we both should get DNA test done and in that case if our DNA matches he should probably be my dad :DHe had a plan to go on a vacation to Goa with his friends on a long weekend. By that time our bonding was so intense and deep we.