Connie carefully slipped the key out of the lock, then peeked through the keyhole.Connie carefully slipped the key out of the lock, then peeked through the keyhole. Billy sat on the toilet, stark naked. He was hunched forward, his elbow on his knee, his chin resting in his hand, looking like the statue of the Thinker. Connie heard a turd plop into the toilet and watched Billy wipe himself. This is sick, she told herself. You're being disgusting~ a pervert. But she kept her eye glued to the keyhole. Billy stood up, scratching his balls. He milked his cock, letting a few drops of piss fall on the floor. He stepped in front of the mirror and lifted his arms, flexing his biceps. He hadn't a hair under his arms yet, although a small blond tuft sprouted on his groin. He ran his hands down his chest and belly, then played with his nipples. His cock throbbed up, pointing at the ceiling. |