Out of the shower and into my room, I stared into my open closet. Hmm, what does one wear to a sex video? It's a hard wardrobe decision. It's not like what do I wear to the corner-store.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered.

My door suddenly opened. I spun around, my long flaccid cock flying after me. Heather was there.

"Oh! Um, sorry. I thought you were dressed."

"Jesus, Heather!" I said, covering my dick with my hands.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before," she said, looking down at my cock; it was far too long to be hidden by my hands. "Are you almost ready? Jenna's gonna...