‘So…you know we have to talk about what happened last night.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘And you know that we can’t…’ ‘Yeah, I know.’ ‘It’s no... that I don’t…find you attractive or…’ ‘Jason. I know. I get it.’ Then she stood up and walked to the phone in the kitchen. Somehow he didn’t think she got it at all. ‘Who are you calling?’ ‘A friend. She’ll come and pick me up, bring me to my car.’ Now he knew she didn’t understand. He didn’t want to not be with her. It had nothing to do with her. It was just too. He kept coming for the better part of a minute. His pants were denims, so not a lot of wetness showed up outside. I slowly took my hand out. It was dirty with his cum, so I wiped it against his pants, putting white marks over his dark blue denims. He was still recovering from that mind-shattering hand-job and was in no position to resist me from ruining his pants. We were both pretty out of our minds.In a minute, he started towards the washroom, I assume, to clean up the pants. Still feeling. More

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