They quickly concluded that the reason Joyce wasn't enjoying sex, was the size of my penis. I was even more shocked when Joyce said she wanted to meas...re the size of my penis to see if she was wrong and when I protested, she told me that I would get no more sex until this issue was resolved.I finally said okay and stood there while she went and got her sewing kit and took out the cloth measuring tape. I started to stroke my penis to make it as hard and big as I could before she measured it but. I made up a batch of the clay and wet the hawk and pressed it in the clay and baked it. When it was done I used it to pour molten steel into it. My steel still isn't very good, but it works great to make a casting. Once it cooled I broke the clay and filed and brushed the new hawk. It was perfect; every detail transferred from the wood to the steel. I was very happy. I decided to try to make something a little more difficult."Fighting Hawk could see the excitement as he talked and knew that. ” And then she looked at my hand, frantically holding the steaming hot fabric away from my groin. She laughed and it was pure music to hear. “It’s okay.” I heard myself say. “Well can I help in any way?” She managed to ask as she stifled her giggles. I couldn’t help it, I laughed to, knowing how silly it looked, with me hopping from foot to foot, clutching my flies like they were on fire. “Alice.” She held her hand out. “Um… Robert…. I had no ideawhat she was talking about with the 'big day', but I smiled anyway. Iwas blushing, and wished she was not speaking so loud, but that wasn'tBrianne's style. I had always liked Brianne as she was a very positiveand enthusiastic person, the type of person that is often touching youas she speaks. That made me uncomfortable when I first started comingto her salon, but over time I've become to accept and even enjoy it, asI've seen her do the same thing with her women customers. In.