Confident enough to drop trow, right there in the living room, in front of my step-sister. As I dropped my pants and underwear, letting my semi-erect ... 1/2-inch cock out. I waited to hear what Kesha had to say. But she didn't say a word. She just looked at it.I grew more nervous with every second of her silence. "I knew it. It's fucking hideous, isn't it?"Kesha started to mumble her words as she spoke "N-no. It's just......Um.....A lot bigger than I expected." She said with her eyes still on. ” “What? You don’t find me attractive?” “Of course, I do! It’s just that we’ve been friends for so long and I would really rather not take a chance of messing that up.” “Baxter,” Olivia said in a tone that sounded like she was addressing a c***d. “We are not going to mess anything up. It is just a blow job.” Baxter tried to stand his ground but she could see that she was starting to weaken him. Moving in closer to him, she was only inches from his body. Slowly, she moved her hand down between. After about an hour of crying, I looked over my shoulder at Nicky and called her a cry baby. She laughed and shoved my shoulder, and said “shut up”. I said “whatever, you know you love me”. She pulled me close and said “yeah whatever”. And then she pressed her lips up against the back of my ear and kissed it. I got goose bumps on my arm and the back of my neck; suddenly I was very aware of exactly how naked I was under my t-shirt. My mind wandered a little bit, I knew Nicky was bisexual. . . in-depth statement with the missus, here.[HUSBAND screams and struggles. COPS 1 and 2 laugh and muscle him out the door. WIFE kneels in front of COP 3 and yanks at his belt. Scene freezes to a still.][SPOKESMAN appears in front of still image.] Spokesman: Well, our friend is faced with a pickle! Two enormous ones, in fact! But you might face similar pickles if you try resolving a marital dispute yourself. So . . . consider using LoveLock, instead
