Three feet of cock- 2

“Rock hard?” asked Zoe.

“Yeah…”

“I think that should be the girls’ job,” opined David.

“Seconded,” Tristan chimed in. “They’re the ones doing the measuring. They should be in charge of getting the guy…measurable.”

“How?” asked Shikha.

He thought for a moment. “Any way you two agree on. Everything’s fair game. Except! Except cock in pussy. I don’t think anyone wants a surprise in nine months. Anything else is okay, though. Handjobs, blowjobs, you name it. Once the guy’s risen to the occasion, the girl measures him and announces it to the group, so we can keep track. Agreed?”

There was a murmur of agreement. Plans already began to form and pants already began to tighten.

“My turn, then?” Zoe went key-fishing, as well. Her fingers darted amongst the keys, hoping to find David’s black Mercedes key. Was this one it? She pulled it out, and pouted slightly at the sight of its blue cover. “Whose my partner for the evening, then?” she asked.

“Isn’t that yours?” Shikha asked Daniel after a beat of silence.