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He looked down the hallway towards the bedroom, but didn’t see her. He didn’t hear her moving around either. Maybe she’d gone to the bathroom. He set his glass down on the side table and stepped towards the front entryway, staring dumbly at the floor. Something was wrong. Her shoes and handbag were gone. The entryway was empty. Hadn’t he left them there on the floor? He held his breath, ears straining. Nothing. Something did a sickening tilt in his stomach. In the next instant he was striding. .. weren't you doing that last night?" he inquired, pointingat the rather daringly cut black dress that Paul was wearing, and tryingto hide with his hands. It's not that small a dress, dummy, he thoughtto himself. He had a lot of makeup on too, Tom noted dimly. Paul took a deep breath. "Ahhhhhhh.... yeah. I, uh, I thought youwere going to a concert tonight?" Tom stood up, pissed all over again. "And who," he started as hebegan to pace, "am I supposed to go with, since that bitch. He had very light hair on his arms and legs. No hair on the back or the ass. I was looking at his smooth chocolatey back and nice round, fleshy and juicy buns. He had a slender neck and sharp shoulders. His arms were slightly fleshy and supple. He had slight moobs that resembled the breasts of young girl black nipples nice, supple thighs slight bulge at the stomach and nice little love handles on both sides. I could not see his dick or balls because his shagging hand was covering it up. Except. Looking slightly down she caught sight of his ball bag, tight, but still swaying in time to his strokes. His testis were full, rounded and more fuzzy than she had expected, as the rest of his exposed body seemed almost hairless. Dorothy had been watching from her vantage point for a five full minutes now and felt sure that he had to explode soon. She could not tear her eyes off the pee slit as she waited. She watched, on edge, for something to shoot out from its depths. She noticed Jonathan.
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