Really. But his mom didn’t do him any favors – alcohol and other drugs. He was at the ‘I can write my name’ level, living in a group home. Lik...able guy, though. Just, as the term used to be, ‘simple’.“Don’t mess with me, Cindy Lou Who.”“Oh, if you’re gonna kick, then I’m callin’ Dana.”“Good move. Ed’s out with Mizz Barker and a couple of programmers at a bank in South Carolina for the next couple of days.”“I knew that. Dana worries less than when he and Laci are on the road together.”“Well, I’ll. Joy felt herself blushing when he leaned close and, whispering in her ear, actually offered her some cock right in front of the unsuspecting Mack and Dee."Come up to my room when you're done, Joy, and I'll give you every inch of a stiff prick. Okay?" he asked, wiggling a finger in her cunt."Mmmm, yeah, Eddy," she whispered back.After Eddy got up and left the kitchen, Joy listened to him go upstairs and into his room. She gulped down the last of her food, rose, and followed him. With her pussy. ! I promise you anything, just, don't go. Don't go..."The only sound was of the rain, and my ragged breathing. I strained to hear something, anything that would tell me she had not already made her exit. A long time passed, and then I heard the faintest creak. She's not gone, I repeated fervently and silently to myself. There was a long pause, and then ... a breath. A breath!Then she started to speak, her flat, disembodied voice haltingly unraveling the story of the past four years."After my. So I just kept masturbating, enjoying the thrill of having two guys watch me playing with myself. Repeatedly, I kept pointing the swollen head of my erection at the guy next to me, shaking it at him, teasing him. Precum was flowing from the head of my cock and numerous times, I would scoop up a large drop of precum on the tips of my fingers and put it in my mouth. I've always loved the taste of my own precum. When I did that, the eyes of the guy next to me would follow my fingers to my mouth.