And I must have had a hundred orgasms!The show went on for a long time before someone finally decided to restore some order. The manager and the bounc...er began to gently pull the men away from the stage and order them back to their seats.I was finally alone and kneeling, dazed and out of breath. The manager tapped my cheeks lightly to get my attention. I opened my eyes and looked down at his smiling face. It took me a moment to get my bearings. When my eyes finally focused I smiled and said,. "But it could be less," he added. "There's very little writtenon this subject."Two weeks. Just two weeks - or less - from that moment, I'd havebreasts and a... a ... I couldn't even say the word to myself. Vaginasounded so clinical, and all the other things guys call it when they'retalking among themselves seemed too crass for something that would be apart of my body."Can we at least slow down the process?" Dad asked, clutching at straws.At least he saved me the trouble of asking the question.. ? She contemplated the tile and then she asked, ?Are you going to torture me because I?m a traitor?? she giggled again. ?We certainly are,? replied Sanchez. He began some preparation behind her. While this was going on, Miguel made sure that Wanda did not try to get off the porcelain stand. He kept her well forward and pinned relatively immobile. Every once in awhile she lost her footing on the slick tiles of the floor, and one of her toes slipped off the edge into the void of the gutter. I thought about it and decided why not, so off we went to catch up on each other’s lives in the intervening time since the divorce. Carol told me that she and Roger were no longer an item and that I was right, it had just been a schoolgirl crush. She told me how Roger had promised to marry her but when it came right down to it he didn’t want the responsibility. She apologized profusely and then shocked me when she said, ‘Steve, I know I was a fool but I still love you. Is there any way you.