As you climb the stairs... the mighty equine organ swings back and forth pendulously in those loose fitting sweat pant's. Slapping against your inner thigh, then bugling out the fabric. It looks and feels so ridiculous you can help pausing to laugh. Noticing as you do that your sounding a little hysterical. Reaching down, you pull the huge floppy organ out of your pants. Starring at it in wonder and fear. "Guess pleasure island got me after all..." You grunt as the big organ pulses softly in your hands. "Well... part of me anyway." It then you become aware of the most wonderful smell... If seems to float of the night breeze, teasing, tempting, alluring...