I wasn't always a freak of nature!I guess there's some medical explanation, having to do with pituitary hormones or something, but when everyone grows...up, it's usually within the realm of the physical dimensions inherent from one's parents.Brainy parents produce brainy kids; tall parents produce tall kids, athletic parents, etc., etc...Well, MY father had a garden variety (maybe six inch) dick! (What boy never got a glance of his father's penis, growing up?)My high school was a five year high. Then she would indulge in some of the niceties that she had long neglected herself, like regular visits to the spa and hair salon. Come to think of it, my wardrobe could use a little sprucing up too... *It had been several months since Laura had decided to re-invent herself. She had already shed a few unwanted pounds and was never in better physical shape, visiting the gym three times a week without fail. She also pampered herself during this time with frequent visits to the spa and beauty. Sokolov’s policy was to card everyone, which led to some very interesting conversations with people my grandfather’s age about having to show ID. But it did remove the judgment call, which made sense given the proximity of the university.“Twice now you’ve said something about issues,” I said about fifteen minutes before Paula’s shift ended.“How old are you, Mike?”“Eighteen. Why?”“Too young.”“To talk to?”She laughed softly, “No, to solve my real problem. Single mom.”“Ah, yeah, that’s not exactly. It was a cock hardening selection of rather fetching bras, knickers and other sundry items of ladies undierwear. What was even more surprising though was what the wire that had caused to problem was attached to. It was thin lead with a small control box on one end and one of the biggest, most lifelike vibrators I'd ever seen on the other. It was a good ten inches long and really thick and I felt my own eight inch cock start to harden as I bent down and picked it up. Not that a seeing a cock.