'THAT'S RANDALL???' gasped Dickie Sr, trying to keep his voice down. 'His dick hangs halfway to his knees!' he whispered as loud as he could.
Cindy looked down at the penis in her greasy hand and snickered.
'And you go out with him in public wearing those pants?!' Dickie Sr couldn't tear his eyes away from the picture of the happy couple with there arms around each other's waists. 'He could be arrested for wearing those!'
Cindy snickered again and took advantage of her ex-husband's distraction and opened the drawer of her night stand with her free hand and fished around until she found what she was looking for. She held out the cloth measuring tape on the straight, skinny erection with the dime-sized glans in front of her.
'What are you DOING, Cindy?!' asked Dickie Sr as he finally tore his eyes away from his ex-wife and her horse-hung lover and looked down at her with his hands on hips.
'What does it look like?' Cindy said in a bored voice. 'Six and three-quarters inches..' she yawned for effect.
'It's eight inches & you know it!' said an angry Dickie Sr. 'You're measuring it wrong!" He snatched away the measuring tape to prove his dick-size to his ex-wife, when he noticed another marking on it. He brought it closely to his eyes to look at it.
It was a tiny arrow and 'RR!' written next to it in red pencil. 'THAT'S how long his dick is?!' Dickie Sr gasped in disbelief.
Cindy laughed out loud and nodded her head. She had actually added three more inches on the cloth measuring tape than her lover's erection's true length. She didn't think Randall would mind...
Cindy looked down at the penis in her greasy hand and snickered.
'And you go out with him in public wearing those pants?!' Dickie Sr couldn't tear his eyes away from the picture of the happy couple with there arms around each other's waists. 'He could be arrested for wearing those!'
Cindy snickered again and took advantage of her ex-husband's distraction and opened the drawer of her night stand with her free hand and fished around until she found what she was looking for. She held out the cloth measuring tape on the straight, skinny erection with the dime-sized glans in front of her.
'What are you DOING, Cindy?!' asked Dickie Sr as he finally tore his eyes away from his ex-wife and her horse-hung lover and looked down at her with his hands on hips.
'What does it look like?' Cindy said in a bored voice. 'Six and three-quarters inches..' she yawned for effect.
'It's eight inches & you know it!' said an angry Dickie Sr. 'You're measuring it wrong!" He snatched away the measuring tape to prove his dick-size to his ex-wife, when he noticed another marking on it. He brought it closely to his eyes to look at it.
It was a tiny arrow and 'RR!' written next to it in red pencil. 'THAT'S how long his dick is?!' Dickie Sr gasped in disbelief.
Cindy laughed out loud and nodded her head. She had actually added three more inches on the cloth measuring tape than her lover's erection's true length. She didn't think Randall would mind...