Ok, this is weird, but ok, I can watch porn with her. What’s the big deal? I push the play button and I watch her breathing slow, she’s relaxing, she’s focused. She has questions. She wants to see a real penis, in person. She gives me “look” again, and her lower lip pouts, “Can I please see your penis, Chad?”
Watching Porn With Jill
I’ve been busted, I admit it, “I was watching porn,” and I try to tell her that I thought no one was home. She mentions that she knew my habit of watching porn on the “communal patio,” and, “that’s gross, Chad.” She starts to snap pictures of me with my pants at my ankles, a blanket covering my softening erection, and then she grabs the blanket and tries to take a picture of my dick! I try to take her phone away, and she tells me “STOP! The pictures are loaded into Facepage and all she needs to do to post them is tap the screen.” I fall backward in a panic. I try to tell her how wrong this is, but she doesn’t want to hear it. She puts on her sweet little voice, the same one when she calls for “daddy” when she wants something, it makes my dick twitch. “All I want to do is watch a porn with you, they put a lock on my computer and I can’t even shop for underwear online.”
