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only to my mid-drift. It was very feminine, but if I wore it, the see-through material would completely expose my breasts and nipples. I couldn’t possibly wear it.
    Next I removed a thong panty which appeared to have some kind of a manufacturing defect, since the crotch had a slit sown into it, which, when worn, would reveal the opening of my vagina. Was it supposed to be that way? There was also a pretty garter belt with four straps that attached to a pair of lovely white stockings inside the box, along with high heels.
    “It’s all so pretty. I don’t know what to say… Thank you, Jeremy.”
    “Try it on. I think it’s the right size.”
    “It’s so beautiful and feminine, but I couldn’t possibly wear this in front of you, Jeremy.”
    Without a word, Jeremy exposed himself to me before I could stop him just as he said he would, giving me a clear, close up view of his most private parts. The sight took my breath away and my jaw dropped open.
    Of course, I have no experience in these matters, but his… penis, the first male penis I had ever seen, was enormous and thick. The head was angled directly upwards, as if the tiny mouth-like slit at the tip were a single eye, diligently watching my every move. The whole thing looked like a bluish, cylindrical ticking bomb, throbbing with blood, that was about to explode at any moment. Are all of them that big? Even if it was my wedding night and we were about to engage in intercourse, how in the world could something that huge even fit inside of me? There is hardly enough room in my small tight opening to accommodate the bulbous top of it, much less the rest of the long thick shaft. What’s more, I saw his round, completely shaven testicles, dangling heavily under the base of his penis. They looked like two uncomfortably swollen overinflated balloons, conjoined at birth and struggling to survive in a single sac much too small for both of them to fit into at once. It looked like his whole…package was in considerable pain at the moment.
    Just before Jeremy was about to drop his pants all the way to the floor, I got over my initial shock. I blurted out my objection and covered my eyes with my hand.
    “Jeremy! Please! Put your clothes back on!”
    “Are you sure you want me to?”
    “Yes! Yes! Pull your pants back up!”
    I put a second hand over my eyes, just in case. Like he did when we first met at Starbucks, Jeremy continued to speak to me in the same casual, chatty manner, as if completely unaware of his nakedness. Was he some sort of exhibitionist? A nudist?
    “Eve, I see you drive a hard bargain. You’re a tough negotiator. OK, I’ll make you another deal, much more favorable to you this time. I’ll promise to go to church with you this Sunday and you can attempt to save my soul, if you’ll at least try on this lingerie I picked out for you.”
    “OK, OK! I agree! Church this Sunday! Just put your pants back on!”
    “Do I look that ugly to you, Eve?”
    “Of course not. You’re very attractive…down there.”
    “I am? Thank you, Eve. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
    “Are your pants back on, Jeremy?”
    “They are, Eve.”
    I put my hands down and opened my eyes. He was back to normal, if you could consider being shirtless, with a towering erection pressing up on one’s pants normal. He might as well have been completely naked. I think I lost in the deal we made. He meets me at church on Sunday, but now I had to dress up in these skimpy, sexy clothes. Jeremy helped me carry the outfit into a large ornate bathroom and we laid the lingerie and shoes upon the long marble vanity countertop. I looked at Jeremy in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. He rested his large hands lightly on the back of my neck.
    “Can I see what you look like if you let your hair down, Eve?”
    I took a deep breath in and out and did what he asked before he became naked as a monkey again. I took a few hidden pins out and my hair cascaded down over