A sharp breath came in through Boomer's teeth as Bubbles' leg wiped up his drop of precum as he tried not to admit to himself he'd just came on her a tiny bit. It was becoming increasingly clear that Bubbles liked or anticipated liking his manhood but her natural shyness wouldn't let her just go for anything. Boomer felt it was his duty, and maybe his pleasure, to help her attain what she wanted while reducing her discomfort in doing so. Tenderly, he took her hand in his, turning his and hers into a cup. He guided them both down past his crotch, then brought it back up until he felt a hand on his dick, but not his dick in his hand. He left his hand there for two seconds to quell any of her reflexive impulses to pull away, then released her to do as she would. Ideally, he had just helped her with both her curiosity and shyness. At worst, he made her do it, which meant she didn't need to feel bad about it.<br/><br/>He was a gentleman or he was a scapegoat. Either one was okay.<br/><br/>Her hand itself was almost hot from being in contact with him. The super-sensitive flash of his cockhead seemed to detect a half a trace of sweat in her palm from nerves. He didn't know how she did it, but her hand was really soft for a crime fighter.