As he rubbed, the panties worked their way up higher still. They were almost in position. He pulled them up, so that the crotch of the panties was touching him. But he held out the elastic waistband, so he wasn’t “wearing” them.
But the rush that ensued was so strong that he let out an involuntary moan, then covered his mouth with his hands, as if to try and keep it in. Snap! The elastic closed around his waist. He was wearing the panties now.
Randy looked down at himself. His manhood was acting like a tent pole on the panties, propping them up. He reached down to take them off, before it was too late. But his arms were stuck at his side, and they would not move.