July 31st, 2010 | 
Author: "Seen a lot of men's underwear, have you?" he teased, going on the offensive for no particular reason. He began stuffing his toothbrush and cologne into a travel bag.
"Well," Debbie blushed, "I have seen a few pairs...
"Well, they have a pouch that only well hung men need to wear..." he teased, a wide grin on his face. "You know, keeps everything neatly arranged....kind of like a bra..."
Debbie eyed him for a moment before examining the jockey shorts again. She put one hand inside the underpants and filled the pouch with her fist. Holding them up closer, she tried to sniff without him noticing, but he had already noticed and was fascinated by what she was doing.
"These are really cute," she said. Apparently pleased by whatever her nose had detected, she smiled at him. "You know, if you've got time...." Her voice trailed off in mid-sentence.
"What's that?" he asked, tossing a pair of sandals into his suitcase.
"Oh, nothing really," she said, blushing again. "I was just wondering....if you don't have to get out right away...."
"Oh, come on," he groaned. He faced her with his hands on hips. "What is it?"
"Well...I was sort of curious...you know, to...um," Debbie stammered nervously. "To see...how the pouch...um...works...what...um...you think is...uh...well hung..." she stammered nervously.
He stared at her in disbelief. It was one thing to lust in his mind after a 16 year-old, and quite another to have the same little cream-puff asking straight-out for him to take off his pants!
"It's OK!" Debbie blurted out. "I'm....uh...I'm not exact- ly...um...a virgin...and...I've seen them before, but I'd kind of like to see...what you think is 'well hung'?"
He continued to stare in silence at Debbie. She was holding his underwear with both hands in front of her chest, and he noticed her sniffing at them again.
"Hey, I know!" she said. "Would you like to see my bra? I'll show you my bra and then you can show me your, uh, you know, pouch. Kind of underwear for underwear! That sound fair?"
His mind raced at the prospect but he called himself back to reality by recalling her age. Pretty or not, she was definitely under-age. She must have read his mind.
"Look, I know I'm only 16, but I'm not a little kid! Who would believe me claiming you tried to get it on with me? How about it? Look, I'll make it easier - I'll show you my bra and
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