Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
I watched as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. His hands both cupped his crotch and my maternal instincts kicked in before realizing what I was doing. My hand touched his shoulder as I asked: “Do you have to potty?”
The nineteen-year-old boy looked into my eyes with a look of shock and maybe horror. He’d stopped dancing for the moment, but his hand still grasped at his goods. “I don’t know where a bathroom is!” He sounded panicked as he looked all around us.
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