While working I could not help but notice that Latika was wearing pink panties as it was extruding from the back of her jeans every time she lunged fo...ward to type at the keyboard. She then dropped her books and immediately got down on her knees to pick them up. She was wearing a low rise jeans that generally slips if you squat. Her pink panties were now clearly visible and she was tugging at her jeans to cover them. She caught me gaping at her waist line and with a modest smile she sat back in. His penis was huge, it couldn't really be that big... could it? Everything else was drawn so accurately, but a boy wouldn't have one like that... would he? I found myself glancing at his jeans as we walked.I realized I'd walked through my front door, with Tommy still right behind me. "Can I have my picture back, Becky?" Guiltily, I looked up from the picture I'd been staring at and forced myself to look at his face instead of his crotch. "'Ms. Thatcher,' Tommy." Was there a bulge there? He. He finished pulling his shorts on and we left.We spent the day laughing and riding and eventually were tired and decided to go back to camp. I told them I could get dinner ready if they wanted to ride a few more rides. They agreed and I went back and got dinner ready. I was just taking the chicken off the grill when they walked up. They both looked so comfortable together, with arms around each other's waist. I jokingly said awe look at the two lovebirds. you looks so sweet. She looked at Tom. But that would be in the future."Jennifer" I said "You may cup my balls in your hands". She rather awkwardly reached out both hands to feel my balls. "Gently now". I explained that I was rather well endowed in that department, and she was not to expect all men to have such big balls. She continued to hold them, her eyes widening. "You can see that I am shaved" Yes, she replied. It looks nice. "Do you shave yourself" I asked. She shook her head and barely muttered a "No". Mmm... I thought to.