He Is Still Suffering, What Now?

"Achoo!" he sneezed, and Vanessa was at a loss.

"We're both completely naked, our clothes are in the bag, so what on earth can it still be?"

Vlad pointed at her pussy.

Vanessa looked at him quizzically.

"Achoo!"

"I'm sorry but I don't understand."

"It's the stubbles," Vlad sniffled, "You need to shave yourself down there."

Vanessa couldn't believe how sensitive the poor man was to these sorts of things, but not wanting to cause him any more pain, she took the shaving kit he offered and began to lather herself up. Vlad offered to assist her, and after a bit of hesitation she agreed.

Never before had she gotten such a close shave. Her groin was as smooth as a baby's bum, there was not a hint of hair left. Finally, Vlad's sneezing seemed to have stopped.

"Thanks for this," he smiled at the nude beauty, "I'm really a terrible host. Want something to dri… AIEEE!"

He suddenly grabbed his erect cock, eyes wide in horror and sank on the floor, squirming in pain.

"What is it?" Vanessa screamed in panic, "Should I call an ambulance?"

"N…no," Vlad managed to respond after a few deep breaths, "It's just another one of my SPS episodes. You really can't do much about it, unless…."

'Unless what?"

"I can't expect that from you. It's not something such a nice young lady should have to care about."

"Not that again! You old men are really terrible, you know that? You're just like Jerry! Tell me already, so I can help you!"

"Here. This is the only thing that will do anything," he said and handed her a printout of a scientific article. Vanessa knew by now what to expect, but this one was even weirder. As.she read through the document, her brows raised more and more.