I paced the little clearing. My last unit in science before vacation those many years ago had been on human cells and the difference between bacteria ...nd viruses. My paper, which I got an "A" on, was on the Ebola virus in Africa. I was pissed because my best friend, Howie, got Avian Flu for his topic. My report had a big blown up photo of the virus and its genetic code on the front cover, which I had found before I discovered articles I could actually understand. I had been so proud of that. He positioned his cock by her sissy cunt and slowly eased it in. He had lubed her well and his whole cock went straight in. He withdrew and then pushed back in again. She had the most perfect cunt, easy to penetrate but tight enough to grip his manliness. For this reason he preferred young sissies and boys whose pussies had not yet been ruined by years of intense fucking. He started a steady fucking rhythm as the girl started to stir. "Mmmm is that Santa, feels so good, Mmmm." He lifted her. Bess provided for me. Paid by the King, the best escorts in New York-- thus probably the world--visited me. The buzzer sounded and some woman's voice told me Beth sent her. The following morning with a black haired beauty or red head or blonde lying sensuously and well fucked beside me, the phone would ring."How was she?" asked Bess."Why isn't it you?" I would respond."I wish it were." I miss you too." Tell me," she insisted.With the woman laying in bed usually pretending sleep I critiqued her.. What am I going to do till then?’. My butterflies returned and I knew I was going to do something I had never done before. I’m going to go and get my nails done and get my eyebrows plucked. I knew there was a nail bar in our town centre but I was too much of a coward to go there so I looked on-line and found a salon just on the outskirts. I rang them and a friendly voice answered. I asked if they would have any problems doing a manicure, pedicure and eyebrow treatment on a man and she said.