"Calm down, Stan, you'll have a heart attack!"Eventually, the clock wound its slow but inexorable way towards three o'clock. Stan made his way over to...the design lab, getting winks from Elaine and Pat on the way. He held in his slightly sweaty hand the small box, wrapped up in blue paper, and the envelope with Anne's card.As soon as he entered the lab he saw her. His breath whooshed out of him and he stopped involuntarily.Today Anne was not wearing her usual conservative wraparound skirt and. Think back in your own minds, how many hours have you spent rubbing your clit, or stroking your cock in order to ride at most 10 pulsations? If you’re lucky. This has been made easier no doubt by the invention of lubricants it’s true, but I was still no closer to the answer. It was then that I had this idea, I knew that unless I wanted to cut my dick off and turn it into a vagina which I had no desire to do, I am comfortable with my sexual orientation, I love my dick, and love even more. We want to get pedicures and whatever." I told Kelly I had an idea what the pedicures would cost me, but asked her how much the whatever would cost. Kelly looked back to make sure Becky didn't follow her inside and said "Becky said she was embarrassed wearing a bikini and when we talked about waxing, she said she can't really afford it. Is it okay if I take her where I go and pay for it for her?" I told Kelly it was fine with me and as Kelly turned to go back to the pool, she turned her. He fumbled with his cap apologizing sincerely, a little distracted by the tall woman who he had admired many times before while filling his truck with gas. She was still recognizable even clothed. Heeled sandals, a light blue dress, her hair still shoulder length and curly. Only in real life her blue eyes were mean and angry."You stupid wetback" She shouted, "I'll have your job for this." The man shook his head trying to calm her."No, no we can sort this miss, so sorry, so sorry." He had been.