He understood.“Now, I see you brought that last candy cane with you. Good Gingerbread Man! Do you know what to do with it?”“I… I’m not entir...ly sure,” blushed the Gingerbread Man.“Let me introduce you to a friend of mine.” And the Fairy Gingermother rang a little bell, which summoned another shining fairy, who came zooming into the room through a little trap door high in the liquorice ceiling.She was larger than the Fairy Gingermother, with sherbert strap hair, peardrop hips, and little pointy. So every year we have a company dinner for management and salaried employees at a local restaurant and we all have a few drinks and have a great time. I always sit with Lisa and June and this year we had a great time and as usual I got up to leave around 9pm and let the remaining employees continue their drinking without me. As I was making my way to the car Lisa yelled for me to wait, she said she didn't want to go home yet and how about we go get a beer at a bar on the way home. Of course I. It's time to see how those things react to the water."He stood up and I couldn't help noticing his hard cock is still very obvious. I had to smile. For some reason it made me feel just a tiny bit better knowing that he has reason to be embarrassed, too.Kat and I looked at each other, took a deep breath and stood up. Gregg took our hands and led us around the pool to the steps at the shallow end. Once more, all conversation stopped and every eye was trained on us.I glanced around quickly.. " How's it going?" I wanted to know."Great," she said."Are you a typical salesman, er, woman for them?" I said, leaning away from her and surveying her up and down."Yes. Only female sales professionals. Most of us are young, 20's and early 30's. I sell a ton." I see," I said."Say, I ran myself ragged this morning looking for Cherry Tree Lane. Look," she said, reaching into her big purse. She pulled out a postcard and handed it to me. It was a business reply card. I flipped it over. "See? Cherry.