Mixed lollies and porn
Two hands and still swinging it.
Jim and his friends watched porn. It was funny and educational. Only problem was John Holmes was packing a lunch that Jim assumed every full-blooded man had. He was worried. He was short of this man standard. He had never seen a p***s this close. And in technicolour. Private John hid his private johnson at all times. At least to Jim anyway.
Earlier that afternoon he had swopped their train fares for mixed lollies, watched his friend steal girly magazines and headed back to their house. A house where the father kept adult videos on top of his tall boy. George was a tall boy. A tall, tomboy who's name was actually Georgia. And tall George saw the videos. A lot.
Wanna see a porn Jim? She had said matter of factly.
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