Danny Part 2

My self­con­cious pop back to real­i­ty when my mobile rang. My pants is still on me, but the feel­ing of hav­ing Dan­ny’s hand on me is still inside my mind.

I hugged Dan­ny close to me, he did not reject, so close as if we are the same body. Scene of his hair rush­ing to my nose. Send­ing sig­nal to my brain cells even faster than Super Jar­ing can offer.

What­ev­er hap­pens next, I think should be between me and Dad­dy. He is cute, and big too.

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