I don’t know how many generations it will be passed down to, but I’m glad that mom decided that this new bonding ritual should start with my generation, namely me! Xxx my men. Which means that you must have grown down there since your dad saw you.”
She continued, “Though I don’t suppose that you guys did any comparisons while the hot-dogs were in their plumped-up condition.”
I nodded and murmured, “Uh-huh”, meaning yes – that no, we hadn’t compared erections. But she gave a little giggle and said to wait where I was, she’d be right back. “But don’t tell mom!” he emphasized, “as she might get jealous.” He couldn’t resist trying my toy out before he had wrapped it. mm . ‘Have to catch and bag your own poontang, boy, but here are some handy packets – don’t leave home without ’em.’ So I imagine the
