My fingernails trace the outlines of all your muscles. We watch our show as our hands roam. Your fingers softly stroke up and down my arm and to the b...ck of my neck. We love this time together. The first episode comes to an end and the second starts. The couple in the show kiss, and it affects us. Your hand moves from my arm to the silk material on my back. Slowly, I feel the material lifting to where my rounded bottom is no longer covered. You love the view of my ass cheeks poking out below my. “Um, is there anyone else home?” Emma asked. Mike answered without looking at her.“No, my parents went out to dinner, then were headed to a movie for their ‘Date Night.’ They won’t be back until late.” He sat down on a love seat in the living room without inviting Emma to sit.“So,” he continued. “What did you need to come over here for?” He wore a scowl on his face.Emma swallowed hard.“Mike, I can’t tell you how sorry I am and how much I want to make things up to you-”“So you said. Prove it,”. One thing seems certain, though: Hollywood sees a market in theexhibition of the male member; otherwise, penises would not be on displayany more now than they were before they, like tits and ass, became amarketable commodity. (Producer Judd Apatow has gone so far as to promisehis audiences a penis in each and every one of his future films!) Who,then, is interested in ogling the male member in all its naked glory?Women? Gay men? Straight men? The answer seems to be pretty mucheveryone, at least. Then it was time to get back to business. We had a meeting with Ted and Carl and filled them in on our plan and the part they would play in it.Three weeks before we had to head back to college, the four of us piled into my Chevy Impala and drove down to Hartford. We parked in Jenny’s old stomping grounds and headed for the diner. Jenny had called ahead to ensure that Trudy would be there.When the four of us walked in, Trudy hugged Jenny and said. “My, my, don’t you look fine all gussied up.”.