A few years ago at Fantasy Fest, we were standing outside Capt. Tony's getting some air. It was plaid night, and I was wearing a plaid kilt of rather thin material. We had been fooling around inside, and I had a hard on. Four laughs, I was exercising my pubococcygeus muscle to make my dick spring up and down, and it was obvious that the front of my kilt was bouncing up and down.
Several other couples were watching, and one older lady reached out and grabbed my dick, and shouted, "It's real!"
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