You’ll just have to find that out for yourself

I’m standing in Downtown Disney in my black workman’s utilikilt, trying to get a cell connection (Cingular may have better service than verizon did but they really don’t have quite the quality.) I’m standing in a stream of people who I assume were heading towards the disney trams; i am the rock around which the […]

I’m standing in Downtown Disney in my black workman’s utilikilt, trying to get a cell connection (Cingular may have better service than verizon did but they really don’t have quite the quality.)

I’m standing in a stream of people who I assume were heading towards the disney trams; i am the rock around which the stream part, standing with my back facing the upstream mass.

“Don’t you dare, mother!” i hear, and turn, to see an attractive older women woman and her even more attractive late-twneties daughter heading my general direction. I smile at them, and know they were somehow talking about me.

They glance at each other, and the mother leans is close, not stopping, and asks the question.

“We were wondering if it’s really true that you don’t wear anything under there.”

They’re stepping past me, and I am intent on the phone call I’m trying to have.

“You’ll just have to find that out for yourself.” I say. And they shriek, and giggle, and it’s that kind of giggle. Then they’re gone one way, and I’m walking away another; but I know that these two attractive ladies are now, as they head home, thinking about my cock. And that alone makes my evening.

4 thoughts on “You’ll just have to find that out for yourself”

  1. *shuffling on ground near your feet, looking for lost contact*

    Yeah, its probably not under your kilt, but OH MY what a view!

    Always nice to know someone’s thinking about your parts 😉

    ~ LM

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