I stared more than I wanted, asking myself if he was half-erect or if that was the normal state.
I meant I felt his thing against mine, and I felt his morning erection, but I did neither touch nor look, so...
If he was half-erect, he could be awake and laughing internally at the little skit I was performing here in the bathroom, and if he was not, then he was a blessed man and would surely make his future girl-
AH DAMN IT—that thought got me furious and paranoid for a second there.
"Are you awake?" I pinched his cheek, but he seemed out cold.
Fine. From what I saw, his private parts were not full of mud; let's all thank the inventor of underwear.
Next would be the drying... but I was covered with dirt, with the exception of my arms, which had been cleaned in the process of washing him.
Fine.
