After a week, Doug thought he was going crazy. Morning, noon, night, even in his sleep, he was always thinking about wearing panties. The girl he was seeing was about to dump him, because he couldn’t get it up for her anymore.
Randy fared no better. He was really upset that he couldn’t perform in bed anymore. His main squeeze was about to drop him too.
“You don’t love me anymore” she whined, as she massaged his limp member.
“I’m sorry babe, it isn’t you. It’s me.”
“Yes, because you’re seeing someone else. I don’t turn you on anymore. You think I’m fat.”
“No babe, its nothing like that! You are hot. I’m just having a problem. I’ll go get some viagra or something.”