Also...
I once walked through the streets of Winchester wearing only a sock over my cock. It was night-time and I wasn't alone, my fellow brethren of the pub joined me in this quest from the Old Vine (now changed name) to Sparsholt in the cuntry - one wearing but a sock too, one fully naked, another in the y's, and the final fellow, Jon, who looked like a walking clothes shop - swaying under the weight.

Several people whistled, others jeered, and one car sped away when I jumped out from a bush sounding tarzan jungle-cry and minus sock.

There was nothing accidental about it. Under the influence of several tequilas anyway.

Size? It's massive, I swear!
( slippery doctore, Wed 17 Oct 2007, 18:35, Reply)