This would make a huge hard rod swell in there, straining at the inside of your pants as if begging to be let out. My fingers would begin to undo the ...astenings of your pants, opening them all up until the whole garment started to slip down your legs, revealing your flimsy undies which are barely enough to contain the huge hard growth within them. I would pull your pants right down your lovely white legs, running my hands down the soft leg fur as I did so, and take them right off your feet. And. We used to go round to Debbie and Andy's occasionally for drinks and a couple of laughs occasionally we would play card games on a couple of occasions strip poker but it was for the most part good clean 'if a little naughty' fun. On one visit a friend of mine came with us, Frank I'd known since primary school at one time we were virtually in each others pockets, now Frank had a nickname "Trigger" he got it in high school after some guys in the showers noticed how big his cock had grown since. In teenage boys it is the foundation of male identity, especially as it's developing for the first time in a boys' group or, later in life, in organizations and institutions based on male supremacy and service. The game in question demanded both male loyalty and service. Very male service.The game was a chance for guys to masturbate together: Comradeship, physical unity and release as well as openness and honesty; these high qualities were fostered by the game. But, of course, the game had its. Josh took a seat right outside of the booth, watching as Katie disappeared behind the door. Seconds later, he heard a *RIP!* as fabric tore in two. He jumped up, pounding on the door, praying that she had not just ripped the one of a kind, surely expensive dress she hadn't even tried on yet. He heard Katie speak "It okay, on minute." Relief flooding his face, Josh was able to sit back down, still a little worried.A minute or so later, Katie emerged from the booth, dressed in the awing dress. In.