A package for pizza

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Boy was I hungry and didn’t feel like going out in the chilly atmosphere. I was comfortable in my athletic drawstring pants, no underwear of course. I decided to order pizza. To my luck, thirty minutes later and nice looking delivery guy appeared at my door. Slim fit, brunette, six o’clock shadow, in his mid twenties stood Mr. Piazza himself. I opened the door and my bouncing bulge begins to thicken. I accept my pizza and he begins to look at the obvious – slightly protruding dangling bulge with a defined mushroom tip. “Oh wait I forgot your tip let me get it I say.” He waits but never takes his eyes away from my groan. He takes the tip and as he walks away says “thanks for the extra tip.” The pizza sure was good.