She mentioned considering inviting me to her home for Halloween, and as an excuse, to have me try some of her skirts and undies. To my surprise, Hank...agreed. I never saw myself that way, but they made it sound quite interesting.Hank and Gwenn continued talking for what seemed to me like several minutes. I do not remember much of that conversation other than what I just described. I felt weird and fuzzy. There was a lot of movement too. They shifted positions. They were definitely moving me. He was thoroughly impressed with my work, and hired me on the spot.Perry introduced me to my new co-workers. I only remember two of them fondly. One was Jimmy Olsen, an aspiring copy-room boy (and I'm positive he had a crush on me when we first met, though I don't swing that way), and the other was Lois Lane, the Planet's star reporter. Aah, Lois. What more need I say about her? She's gorgeous, and her nose for news puts her in the line of fire more times than I can count. But the first time we. I admire your clean, supple body. Supporting your head, I lean over you, hand resting easily on your throat, and press my lips to yours. Our first kiss. And another. Moving around. Nibbling, kissing, licking, tasting, I move down your body. I nibble on your breasts, then continue downward. Somehow, you find the strength to open your legs. Knees rise as I find your pussy. Such a wet kiss, gentle and loving, it's hard to believe I'm capable of spanking you there. Sun beats down, heat builds, you. And all apparently in service of enforcing strict gender roles. Well, that and getting to fuck three beautiful women on the regular. Michael took a sip of his beer. ‘I’m impressed.’ he said, and meant it. Darryl smirked. ‘Nah, it’s just common sense.’ he said. ‘And I don’t really see myself having much choice. The world’s going down the shitter and I’m just doing my bit to slow it down. You should really consider doing your part. Trade your girls in for some feminazis and teach them how to be.