So, tomorrow I fly across the USA and promise to doff the Stealth Corkscrew until my destination gets me beyond all TSA agents. Having to explain this hefty coil serpent-like on my penis is just not one of those flight delays I want to cause.
Attending a class reunion with Stealth Innerwear is on the agenda. If my classmates and I have a skinny-dipping romp in the hotel pool, I’ll recount the hilarity of how I keep-on or pull-off the Stealth. Who knows, there could be promotional opportunities at such a frolicking when the Class president is wearing such intriguing penis-gear.
Cheers to you all!
