I was surprised it wasn’t makin’ more noise. XXX I’m worried that I’m gonna make a mess. I never played with the thing. He never missed a beat. Everybody else seemed to have lots more hair ’round their pecker than I did, and that bothered me. Then I asked him if he had come on the pillow, and he said that he had. I says I’ve been pissin’ all my life. Old Charley must have been at it for quite a while, ’cause he was really breathin’ hard. Mine was still hanging out over my Jockey’s and it was floppy and wiggly like Old Charley’s pecker. Then, he told me that he liked to rub his pecker against the pillow, ’cause it felt good. Well, he could have fooled me.
