Chapter 136 What is Poking Me?

• When I got up in the morning, I didn’t realize that my quilt had fallen to the ground and I had slipped under Jessie’s quilt. On top of that, my right hand was placed on her breast and my right leg was on her thigh. At that moment, our position was quite intimate.
• As she screamed at me to move, I pulled away in embarrassment. Although I was tempted to take this opportunity to grope her breast, I was too afraid to do it.
• “What is poking me?” she suddenly asked. At once, I was flustered. My manhood was pressing against the outside of her thigh.