Although I hadn’t even seen it yet, I was scared shitless of the one-eyed monster living inside Knight’s jeans. Every time we made out, that thing would swell so much that it would manage to escape the waistband of his impossibly tight 501s, extend up into his fitted T-shirt, and crawl halfway up his washboard abs before all was said and done. I had zero experience with peni, but I was great with visual-spatial reasoning, and there was no way that D was going to fit in my V.
