The mushy fabric of the briefs smelled strongly musky at the cock pouch, cradling the sweaty balls and the true core of a man. In response, my cock st...rted swelling much faster, pushing against my own underwear and the jeans making me press the richly smelling brief to my nose and inhale deeply to savor the aura as I rubbed my cock through my jeans. As I became harder, soon I was rubbing my meaty shaft up and down and the larger cock head over the jeans with my palm and the fingers. Soon I was. I quickly realized that as far as cleaning our apartment I had little interest in domestic competence, let alone excellence. I hired a cleaning service to get the place in shape. Food shopping took me almost a day. I had to plan everything we would need. I stocked up on staples. I filled the freezer. I got carried away with that and had to return the things that wouldn’t fit. I got the canned foods and the boxes, cereal, rice, pasta and all the things that would let us get into the kitchen,. It was still empty. They took off their shorts, and Dave grabbed his mobile from the locker to take a picture of Matt in his jock. He was handing over the phone to Matt so he could reciprocate when they heard a discreet cough.“Would you like me to take a picture of the two of you?” asked a young man who now emerged from another wing of the changing room. He was tall, perhaps 6’ 3”,at a guess late twenties, with mid-brown hair and grey eyes. His physique was gym-honed and muscular, and though. "No big deal, I told Sam to agree to whatever, and they probably didn't want to spend the money to go back to the printer." Mmm," said Camilla in a dissatisfied tone. "Sam shouldn't have bought that one, but I suppose—" It's a lot worse than that, Cam," Marilyn interrupted. "Now look." And she picked up the newspaper, which was open to a review of last night's opening. She shoved it at us and covered her eyes.I grinned at the headline: "St. John shines in Traviata." Oh, and hadn't she just! And.