He said absolutely nothing on the way home, although I knew he was burning with shame and indignation. But that night was a very quiet one in our bed,...as Paul turned his face to the wall and tried to erase my existence. I understood, but at the same time I could not help feeling rather hurt. It had not been my fault, after all, yet here we were going through the first loveless night we had spent since the day we met. Somehow it did not seem fair. Happily, though Paul’s mood didn’t last long.. Well... stupid. Not one of those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband, because they all knew they'd starve if they had to depend on him for support.So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was... well... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a girl's. "I love your cock, Baby," I started. "I don't mean to tease you, but I just want to edge you for a little while. You need to be Mr. Dynamite tonight, ready to explode." Dani, please," Mark pleaded. "I always explode with you."My hand took long, slow strokes on Mark's shaft. "I know, Honey," I said, licking the underside of Mark's cockhead. "But I want it to be a lot. And I want to wait until I've had my makeover."It wasn't easy, for either of us. I knew it would be worth the wait though. So I. Since she didn't need a lot of work to be done, I guessedthat she was having things done which would wile away the time while shestayed by my side. At the moment she was not looking my way and I felt astrong affinity for her. She has been so nice to me.Silvia came back to me, unwrapped the towel, fluffed out my man hair andran a comb through it. Next came a very short time with scissors flyingaround my head and small amounts of hair floating to the floor. She didnot cut for long, she knew what.