One of my fondest memories of growing up was a camping trip with my best friend, Michael. I was 12 and he was 13. We pitched our tent in a field near to our village and settled down for the night. After 30 minutes or so of chatting, Michael suggested that to keep warm perhaps we should zip our sleeping bags together to make a double. I wasn't too sure about this, so I declined, however when he suggested we play 'army inspection' by standing to attention naked outside, I agreed. Something inside me must have stirred as my little cock remained erect whilst Michael walked round me inspecting me… Daha fazlasını okun