ONE HUNDRED PERCENT RECORD
Dean's favourite jeans were split across one knee and slightly faded.
He had bought them after a particularly profitable night at the poker table and was rightly proud of their expensive fashionable label.
They skimmed his hips nice and low, just as he liked them, so the belt buckle didn't stick into his belly and their soft denim fitted neat and snug like a second skin over his butt.
Another reason why he liked leaning across the pool table.
Dean's favourite jeans had a 120% record - well, twice in one night counts as extra, surely?
Roll on tonight.