It's funny looking back and seeing how full of s**t she was. She didn't care about the f*****g cookout. She probably cared even less than I did. And, deep down, she wasn't too bothered by my laziness either. After doing what we did a little later, I looked back at this whole interaction in a whole new light. I knew the truth now. I know what she really wanted. What she needed. If, at this moment, I gave her the choice of going to the cookout, or to vigorously jack off my thick teenage c**k till it exploded in gobs of thick, creamy semen all over her big, naked tits... well, let's just say, I established a very definite answer to that decision.
"Yeah..." I relented, not pumped about this whole thing. I shut down the Playstation and moved to stand.
"And honestly, you play these games way t
