I think at that point my brain stopped working. Sex mms “Really, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. “Says the half-naked girl sitting in my bed crying.”
“I’m not even a quarter naked, jerk. “And the only guy I have staring at my chest is my brother, what’s wrong with that picture?”
“Well, they’re covered back up, for one, that makes it really hard to stare,” I said. “Yeah, right, that’s all you guys care about,” she said accusingly. And as much as it galled me to admit it, she was also smart – smarter than me if grades were anything to go by. “I still don’t have a date,” she said between sobs. “Really, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. Well as long as you have something covering your junk.”
“Ouch.”
“Now, now, it wasn’t that bad. It was Wednesday night, the last week before the dance.
