unwholesome abilities…
" Yeowch ," he yelped when she pinched him again and this time didn't bother to soothe. "That hurt."
"Answer my question."
"What question?"
"Why aren't you in contact with your family?"
"I don't remember you asking me that just now."
"I asked the other day."
"I'm pretty damn sure I answered the other day."
"A lame answer . ' They have their life, I have mine.' I want something better."
"Then take your hand south about twenty-four inches."
She growled, tugged at the hair in his armpit. "You are such a guy."
"I should hope so."
"Well, stop it for a minute. See if you can't get in touch with your feminine side and talk to me for a while here before you have to leave."
"Miss me already, do you?"
"Actually, yes. More than you can imagine."
His heart thudded; his stomach rolled end over end like a dropped football. "Then I can think of a much better way to spend our time than talking."
Her hand had drifted down his side, over his rib cage to his hip. But then she stopped her exploration, far short of where he would've halted her had he been in charge. And so he rolled away from her and pressed his penis into the cup of her hand.
She chuckled as she cuddled close to his back and took him into her hand. She rubbed her palm in circles over his sensitive, swelling head. He hardened and let out a long sigh of tortured relief.
"Time to come clean, buddy."
"You need to work on your threats, darlin'. Not a lot of meat to that one."
"Speaking of meat…" She let him go, moving her hand up his belly and threading her fingers into the hair that grew between his navel and his cock.
He thought about stroking himself; it wasn't as if he was a stranger to taking care of his own business. But he really liked the way she touched him, and so he reached for her hand instead.
With their joined fingers wrapped around his shaft, he prepared to sing like a sissy.
"What do you want to know?"
When she wedged her knee between his thighs from behind him, he lifted his top leg enough for her to settle her leg between his.
It was as if she was trying to climb completely into his skin, and the closeness he felt with her then scared him more than telling her the story of his life.
"Everything. What do you want me to know?"
That was easy. "No more than you do."
"Uh-uh. Nope. Not part of the deal."
If he could talk her into turning over and spreading her legs, they wouldn't have time to talk. He liked the concept, liked it a lot. But not quite as much as he liked what she was doing with her hand.
"Okay then," he said. "I was twenty inches long and nine pounds, ten ounces at birth."
She reached down and lightly cupped his balls. "You don't have to go back that far."
"All right." He'd pay her hard cash to never stop what she was doing. "Though you should feel free to go back as far as you want."
For only a moment she hesitated, then wedged her knee closer to his groin, lifting his upper leg in the process and exposing his back door.
"Is that what you had in mind?" she asked as she slipped her hand between his legs from behind, fondling his tight balls from this new and intimate angle.
"That'll do," he said, though his voice came out strained and his cock surged toward his belly as her wrist snugged up between the cheeks of his ass.
What a place to have one woman's hand while he talked about another. "I was supposed to marry the girl next door. Literally."
"Literally marry her? Or she was literally the girl next door?"
So far Kinsey hadn't pulled away, and he took that as a positive sign. "Both. We grew up together. Kindergarten through high school graduation."
"What was her name?"
Why was that what women always wanted to know? "Doesn't matter. It's long over and done."
"It's a girl thing. I just want to know."
The way Kinsey was playing with him, moving her hand to squeeze the base of his shaft, he'd be lucky to remember his own name, much less Gwen's.
He snorted, and grimaced at his recollection.
" Yeowch ," he yelped when she pinched him again and this time didn't bother to soothe. "That hurt."
"Answer my question."
"What question?"
"Why aren't you in contact with your family?"
"I don't remember you asking me that just now."
"I asked the other day."
"I'm pretty damn sure I answered the other day."
"A lame answer . ' They have their life, I have mine.' I want something better."
"Then take your hand south about twenty-four inches."
She growled, tugged at the hair in his armpit. "You are such a guy."
"I should hope so."
"Well, stop it for a minute. See if you can't get in touch with your feminine side and talk to me for a while here before you have to leave."
"Miss me already, do you?"
"Actually, yes. More than you can imagine."
His heart thudded; his stomach rolled end over end like a dropped football. "Then I can think of a much better way to spend our time than talking."
Her hand had drifted down his side, over his rib cage to his hip. But then she stopped her exploration, far short of where he would've halted her had he been in charge. And so he rolled away from her and pressed his penis into the cup of her hand.
She chuckled as she cuddled close to his back and took him into her hand. She rubbed her palm in circles over his sensitive, swelling head. He hardened and let out a long sigh of tortured relief.
"Time to come clean, buddy."
"You need to work on your threats, darlin'. Not a lot of meat to that one."
"Speaking of meat…" She let him go, moving her hand up his belly and threading her fingers into the hair that grew between his navel and his cock.
He thought about stroking himself; it wasn't as if he was a stranger to taking care of his own business. But he really liked the way she touched him, and so he reached for her hand instead.
With their joined fingers wrapped around his shaft, he prepared to sing like a sissy.
"What do you want to know?"
When she wedged her knee between his thighs from behind him, he lifted his top leg enough for her to settle her leg between his.
It was as if she was trying to climb completely into his skin, and the closeness he felt with her then scared him more than telling her the story of his life.
"Everything. What do you want me to know?"
That was easy. "No more than you do."
"Uh-uh. Nope. Not part of the deal."
If he could talk her into turning over and spreading her legs, they wouldn't have time to talk. He liked the concept, liked it a lot. But not quite as much as he liked what she was doing with her hand.
"Okay then," he said. "I was twenty inches long and nine pounds, ten ounces at birth."
She reached down and lightly cupped his balls. "You don't have to go back that far."
"All right." He'd pay her hard cash to never stop what she was doing. "Though you should feel free to go back as far as you want."
For only a moment she hesitated, then wedged her knee closer to his groin, lifting his upper leg in the process and exposing his back door.
"Is that what you had in mind?" she asked as she slipped her hand between his legs from behind, fondling his tight balls from this new and intimate angle.
"That'll do," he said, though his voice came out strained and his cock surged toward his belly as her wrist snugged up between the cheeks of his ass.
What a place to have one woman's hand while he talked about another. "I was supposed to marry the girl next door. Literally."
"Literally marry her? Or she was literally the girl next door?"
So far Kinsey hadn't pulled away, and he took that as a positive sign. "Both. We grew up together. Kindergarten through high school graduation."
"What was her name?"
Why was that what women always wanted to know? "Doesn't matter. It's long over and done."
"It's a girl thing. I just want to know."
The way Kinsey was playing with him, moving her hand to squeeze the base of his shaft, he'd be lucky to remember his own name, much less Gwen's.
He snorted, and grimaced at his recollection.
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