He sighs again. Grabs my hand and puts it square-on his junk. Oh, my. It’s... uh... girthy? Is that the right word? “What are you doing?” I feel like I should jump out of bed, get on my knees, and say a million apology prayers to God for the fact I’m touching this man’s penis. But if I get on my knees in front of Jagger, only God knows what he’d do with his penis.
