And now, here she was, thinking I was sleeping, with one hand between her legs and another working on her breast, diligently trying to get herself off.... I guess she really did need it badly. I thought about sitting up to really get a better view, but decided my best bet would be to just watch her as best as I could in the position I was in. Best not to spoil the mood.So I kept quiet and watched. I could tell her legs were spread and her knees were slightly bent. I could look down and see the. It was during Ganpati festival I was sitting with my friends. I got a call from her, and while talking with her my dick became rock hard. I told her I need to relieve my pressure to which she said that she is at home with her daughter and her daughter has gone for bath. I got the opportunity so I told her that I’m coming at her place and when she see me on d road just to call me in front of everyone to fix the gas connection so that even if anyone see me entering her house they would think that. I looked down at myself. “Well, that looks suitably ridiculous. I guess as long as I’m wearing something over it I’ll be OK…” “I think it looks sexy, but you did it wrong. Here, let me try…” She reached into the pouch and tugged my scrotum front and center, and then tucked my penis down over my balls to create a well-rounded and ridged bulge in the pouch, with everything biased to the front rather than down between my legs; she was right, it did look better, sort of like all those men’s. "Calls us 'buttermilk rangers' and such. Him and Imboden had some kind of loud row a while back. Lot a'ruffled feathers. Down in Virginia, when we had our back agin the wall," Wainder was saying, sitting Indian-style in the shade, "up came old Jube, a'riding and a'cussin' and a'waving that white hat of his'n with the Stonewall Brigade right behind him, double timin'. Drove off them bluejackets jus' like that. Hadn't been for him, me an' a lot a'other cavalry fellers might be pushing up.