Obviously I was a small fry. A 'beta' male. Butat least I thought I was still a man. Now I started suspecting that maybeI have some undiagnosed hormon...l problem. Maybe I was intersex?It certainly would explain that tiny penis between my legs. Sure, Marynever claimed to have any problems with it, saying over and over thatwomen don't care about penis size. 'What matters is how the man uses it,'she reassured me. But I am not sure that I believed her. I mean, theremust be a good reason why she. Oh, oh god...up...up my..." She hesitated again then blurted out, "...my ass!" and continued to cry.I stepped in front of her. She raised her head and watched as I unfastened and unzipped my pants and stepped out of them, followed by my underwear. I stood with my erect cock in front of her face and said, "Lick." She immediately stuck out her tongue and began. I said, "Make sure you get it nice and wet or you'll lick it off after it's been up your ass."She did her best, considering her awkward. Anne was struck speechless as Heather’s firm round large breasts were clearly outlined by her now wet tee shirt. As Heather wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were protruding and easily visible. Anne choked back a gasp and smiling, took the water can and poured the last of the water over her own head. Laughing and shaking water out of her eyes Anne realized Heather was staring at her wet breasts standing out against her wet tee shirt too. Heather licked her lips and smiled. Anne smiled back.. But you are welcome to stay as long as you don’t mind if I start to clean up. You just look like you are about to burst into tears any second.’ Wiping my eyes and face as I look up at the waitress and her overly thick glasses resting on her aging pudgy face. ‘Oh who am I kidding, I’m not fine. Not fine at all. But I don’t want to bother you with my troubles. I will hurry and finish my tea, so you can get closing up.’ ‘You are not a bother dear,’ she said as she sat herself across from me, ‘in.