He carries a red t-shirt in his hand. Free Porn How’s it goin’,” I ask. :)Oh, snap! “Name’s Chris. It brings up my post on Ben’s wall and automatically scrolls down to his comment. As if my fingers have a mind of their own, I begin typing. He’s a good guy. I quickly hop into the jeans, zip up the zipper, button them, and grab a belt out of one of the nearly empty boxes and slide it through each belt loop before securing it to my waist. Goddamn, he’s handsome. I guffaw at Chris. Halfway in, his ass still hanging out, Chris looks at me and winks. Like an idiot, I raise my hands in victory. “Name’s Chris. Okay… When he approaches the car door, he stops and slowly pulls the shirt over his head. And the way he didn’t want to let go of my hand when he introduced himself.
