The shiny prick ... er ... rescue vehicle glides slowly into the parking place next to Jennaflower's location. A knock is heard at the door ... "Yes," responds Dicksbro in true Super Hero fashion.

"Hey buddy, ya' gotta move this hot dog bun with a big cock in it. Can't ya' see it's a no parkin' zone."

Moaning in disgust, Dicksbro again starts the engine and backs across the lot to a different spot.

Now, ready for action, he leaps from the car and races to JF's front door ... "I'M HERE. Where are those unruly kids and rude parents? Where are those that woulds't (more of that dang story book spelling) spoil the maid's day."

JF points to the adjoining room and DB opens the door ... "Okay, people, we've had enough. What's it to be ... you want to be sprayed with Mace? Shot with the AK-47? or, should I put you all on the premium overtime rate and start charging double for each additonal minute you're here!"

In sheer panic, the throng flees through the back entrance and soon, only JF and DB are left.

Looking at our Super Hero, JF says, "Thanks DB for coming," she says frowning after noticing the damp patch on the front of the tights and pouch. "BTW, where did you get that ridiculous costume?"

What will happen next? Will JF strip our super hero bare and force him to do many depraved and sexy deeds (oh, I like this one)? Having already stained the front of his tights, will he be able to achieve another erection and orgasm? Will he have to use Kleenex to clean up the resulting mess (where is the creativity in that)? Will he get his green tights back (they were autographed)?

Jeanna, go ahead, share what you have in store ...

NOW A PAUSE FOR A SHORT COMMERCIAL