He swore that tomorrow, he would resolve whatever issues he had with John and go back being the happy more-than-friends that they were. “I’m sorry that what I did messed things up with you and John.”
“As if you actually care?”
“William, I admit I wanted the two of you to be horny and do each other because I thought it was hot. Indian porn PBear had a full view of the twelve-year old passionately fisting his penis, his boyish moans accompanying the creaking of the chair’s springs. Whatever he needs to tell you, he’ll tell you in his own time. “We’re just friends. The most that can be said was that John still interacted with William. “Actually, the only thing he told me was that ‘he took care of your little problem’. ****
Dinner at the Watsons’ house was usually a lively affair. And before you ask, no, he didn’t put me up to this. “What about dad? That’ll be an hour at least.”
“We planned to study at his place today for that science quiz tomorrow.”
“Dude, who studies for a quiz? We love you because you’re our son, John Watson.” Sharon said as she hugged John tight. We’re not like that! That’s all.” William typed, with all the convincing tone of a captain sinking with his ship.
