” This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?” The mother smiles and says, �...�Well, dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”A little girl and boy are fighting. Seeing you alldolled up kind of turns me on too," she said, standing back up andwiping the remnants of his sperm from her ample lips. "You have a kindof sexy Jennifer Connelly look going that I'm finding irresistible. But, weare supposed to be learning about gender, aren't we! Now lets get youtaped back up and show your sweet ass off!"As he carefully stepped down the hallway (he still had some work aheadof him getting used to heels!), now re-taped and secure, and into thefoyer, he was greeted. After I'd gasped and caught my breath I said, "That was quite a welcome, Honey."She rubbed the tip of her nose against mine. "It's because I'm so happy to see you, Lincoln."We were standing close together; and I could feel the heat of her feminity searing me. I liked it; and I clasped my hands at the small of her back and snugged her even tighter against me. She was leaning back slightly so that she could look up into my face; but even with that, her lovely breasts were still socked against my. What about you? Did you ever get over the guy?"There was a long silent pause before she spoke. "No, but I'm working on it." Miss Hawley?" Yes, Mister Crumbly?" Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?"She chuckled and there was a catch in her voice. "In public?" Yes, in public." I thought you were broke." I don't have a car, but I have six un-cashed pay checks and a new credit card," I said, reaching over and rubbing her shoulder."Do you think that's wise to use a new credit card? Isn't.