Mitch and you were hard at it, when the doorbell rang. Tiffany opened the door just wearing a long t-shirt.
"My boyfriend seems to have wandered off, and that's an awfully big pizza," she said coyly to the pizza boy, "Wanna help me eat it?"
The pizza boy looked around, and looked at Tiffany.
"Sure what the hell," he said.
"Oh, you better get out of your clothes don't want to get pizza sauce on them."
Twenty minutes later, the pizza boy is trying to figure out why he can't get hard again with Tiffany. He nibbles on a piece of pizza holding his pinky finger extended.
"I don't know what it is about today, but no guy seems able to satisfy me," sighed Tiffany devouring a rolled up slice of pizza.
"You do theem inthathiable," the pizza boy lisped.
He had never lisped before. He leaped up, and said, "I gotta go. More deliverieth to make."
He swished his ass, as he skipped out to his car.
"Well, I never," sighed Tiffany, as she stared out the window. "Hm," she said as she noticed a shirtless gardener, and the pool man's truck pulling up.