Hmmm. Which would be nicer: having Ken Dykstra's bulging basket smooched right up in yer face, or Frost's muscular, musky, leopard-printed, speedo-covered butthole pressing itself down into your man hungry mouth? I don't know about you, but I just can't make up my mind about this one! (Either would be positively BONER-ific!)
I wouldnt mind having Ken Dykstra pounding away on top of me!