by HIM (a silly flasher dedicated to a long time ERWA member)
copyright 2004
On the dais he stood.
A thousand hearts fluttered in a thousand heaving bosoms.
"It's him!" they sobbed, "it's Julius!"
"That cute ass!"
"That bulge!" breathed many, "is he ...?"
"Those pants would not contain him if he were."
He smiled. A thousand hands plucked a thousand necklines to cool those sweat-glazed cleavages.
Six hundred thongs seemed to tighten, a hundred pairs of panties moistened. The summer breeze strove to fan the rest.
Two thousand thighs tensed, as many nipples seemed to reach.
He gestured, they quieted, scarce dared to breathe.
"Is there one among you who calls herself Iris?"
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