"Well, I had to try them out." Brice looked at his pizza crust in disgust and tossed it back into the box, slipping from the bed and grabbing the box to place it back on the tray. Thankfully, his appetite for such foods was small and easily sated. "They should have been laundered, but I had the help make sure the room was perfect so they were low on the list."

Brice's bottom lip puckered outward, his eyes getting large. "I hope they're okay? You picked them, after all. If there's any of me on there, then it's barely any at all. I managed to get them off before shooting." Brice walked back to the bed, the back of his fingers starting at Dick's left ankle and slowly sliding up the smooth skin. Very slowly.

"Finish your cereal, you can have more later, I promise." Brice's eyes zeroed in on Dick's crotch, the way the lacy flowers laid against his hardening cock. The next time he spoke, Brice's voice was barely above a whisper.

"When I got hard, the panties forced my dick to my hip. How far will yours get?"