"Oooh," purred Jo, "Poor baby." She was looking back and forth from George's inflamed cock to his face. "C'mon, honey, let me take care of you." She slipped her hand into George's and pulled him towards the bedroom. George held up the waistband of his shorts with his other hand while he hesitantly followed, allowing himself to be led.
"Uh, wait, I don't know--" he began.
"Dude! Shut the fuck up!" yelled the other partygoers. "Yeah! Get some! Last fling! Do it!"
Jo looked back at George. "Don't be scared, sweetie! You'll be all right." Jo glanced over George's shoulder and winked at Tom. Then she turned and pulled him into the bedroom.
Tom was a little confused. Was Jo really going to...? Should he follow her and make sure she was all right alone with George? Then again, going into the bedroom leaves Lan alone with the entire group of horny bastards. |