.. Istretched them up my legs, marveling at their compression, until I madeit to my upper thighs. I tucked my penis in, all the way between my buttche...ks, pushed in the hanging bits, pulled the panties over, and, pantingfrom the effort, stretched the jeans over my hips, with enormous effortclosing the tiny zipper and buttoning three vertical buttons.As I straightened up, I swooned with the incredible feeling of tightnessin my crotch and all over my legs - it felt and looked INCREDIBLE!. Both were pretty hard work, but I figured the money was worth the odd blister and it was good to be outside having fun. Even if I did get mildly scorched by the sun too.The following day feeling a lot less enthusiastic I rode to my Uncle Jimmy's house, aching quite a bit to wash his car. As it was, it was my Aunt Miriam who answered the door. My Uncle was a policeman at the time and was out at work."Hi David," she greeted me. "Jimmy said you'd be round. Let me get you the stuff and you can make. “The eight of us, your mom and dad, my mom, Tricia’s dad, Lilly, Hanna, Gina’s parents and her brother, Hector,” I counted them off. “That all assumes we don’t pick up anyone else or lose anyone along the way.”“How much is it gonna cost?” Gina wanted to know.“Airfare is going to be just a little under thirty-five thousand,” I told her. “I’m getting great travel rewards for it.”“Are you shitting me?!!?” Gina asked, scandalized. “That’s too much!”“For seventeen people flying first class to LA. “Yeah right,” Danny responded with a touch a sarcasm. “No, I’m serious,” I responded. “You mean you’d be OK with me having sex with someone else besides yourself?” Danny asked. “As long as I know who it is and approved,” I responded. “I am not a swinger,” Danny quickly responded. “Neither am I,” I replied. “I’m just grasping for straws, something to spice things up a bit.” Danny didn’t say anything in response. I figured the subject matter was dead until several hours later, as we were working.