Three feet of cock- 2

“Good question…” Zoe realized. “What are the terms?”

Tristan thought for a moment. “How about this? Each guy goes inside and gets personally measured; I have a tape measure that should work well enough.”

“Who’s measuring us?” Nick piped up.

“Well it should be one of us,” Janet explained. “If a guy measures himself, he’ll over-inflate the number, obviously. But, um, I don’t know who’d volunteer to measure.”

A thoughtful look and a smile came across each of the girl’s faces in turn as they thought about the imminent scenario. Even Shikha’s petrification was turning into cautious optimism.

“How about we each get measured by our partner?” suggested Peter. He hadn’t expected things to escalate like this and was already regretting his earlier enthusiasm. He looked at Janet, who was far too excited, in his opinion. He didn’t want her seeing another man’s dick…

“That’s too boring,” said Nick. “Why don’t we each get measured by anyone except our partner? After all, don’t these girls deserve a pleasant surprise tonight?” he asked with a wink. Perrie blushed as she remembered how she had once hugged him, only to feel his hard cock through his pants. She had just barely restrained herself from reaching down and grabbing it. It had felt like a monster, and since then, she had always wondered.