“I dunno…”
“You don’t have to know. Let me be the one to know, okay? You think too much. That old brain of yours must be tired.” Cheeky bastard. I made to swat at him like a bug, but he got up too fast.
“I’m gonna go home, check on Kenny. I know you need to get up early. Walk me to the door.” Damien grabbed my hand, yanked me up, and pulled me along behind him. At the door, he said, “I won’t let you stop us doing this again.” He used one hand to rub my crotch, spreading the still-drying semen all over my sensitive p***s.
“Uh,” I said, ever eloquent.
“Check on Kenny when you get home tomorrow night, okay? I’ll be home at ten thirty.”
He kissed me on the cheek and left.
* * * *
Tuesday afternoon, Wade and I were on break together. He smoked a cigarette while I sat beside him on a crat
