I sat there dumbfounded. I just stared up at her covering my shriveled dick with my hands as best I could {Which was kind of pointless considering my dick and balls had high-tailed it up into my stomach someplace} and waiting for all this to end hoping for something as simple as an earthquake or praying a meteor would slam into the earth, with any luck. Maybe I would just die right there on the sofa from a heart attack leaving my mother to explain the circumstances to the authorities. The heart attack would be my choice out of the three. Much less mess and carnage to clean up.

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