Above my head he stood with his man dick hang- ing down pointed at my face.Above my head he stood with his man dick hang- ing down pointed at my face. My own crotch was already hard, and I think he knew it and smiled at me a lot. But it wasn't until that winter when he visited several times that I noticed how hot he looked in his jeans. After dinner we'd all sit in the living room to talk or watch tele- vision. I recall seeing him unbutton his fly, or at least a couple of buttons and his top button to relax. |