• I hate going commando. Had a nasty experience in a Tesco car park in the summer of 1996.
    My brother always goes commando.

    I remember him offering his sincerest condolences to a rather sexy young lass at a funeral once.
    Her mother had died of cancer.
    He was being all sympathetic, but when I looked down his cock had nosed it's way out of his open fly and was twitching it's way to half lob.

    Our mother noticed the same time as me. It was fucking priceless.

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