Gertrude scowled at Stan while pondering this revelation. Was he really a virgin? Thinking back to those conversations with her workmates, it started to make sense. Gertrude never was good at picking up on sarcasm.
She pulled her hands free from Stan's grip. She had an idea that would scare off even the seediest of Lit wankers.
She moved his hand to her bump, "If you take care of this..."
She put her other hand between his legs "... I'll take care of that".
Stan looked at Gertrude's face. A smirk spread across her lips and he recoiled his hand and he stumbled backwards, away from her grip...
She pulled her hands free from Stan's grip. She had an idea that would scare off even the seediest of Lit wankers.
She moved his hand to her bump, "If you take care of this..."
She put her other hand between his legs "... I'll take care of that".
Stan looked at Gertrude's face. A smirk spread across her lips and he recoiled his hand and he stumbled backwards, away from her grip...