I walked around a bit and scanned some of the shirts on one of the racks. As I browsed through the see through, onto the leather, and then to the half...ay modest, I happened to look up. My idea of a creepy, middle aged, store clerk went right out the window when I saw him. He was sitting so I couldn't exactly see how tall he was. He looked maybe 22. His brown hair was swept out of his eyes, which were cast down to something I couldn't see behind the counter. His blue T-shirt contrasted his tan. I released him from the kiss, but held him to my chest, his hairy chest felt so good on my smooth muscular chest.I took him by the waist, lifted him onto the giant bed, his towel still firmly wrapped around him. I unwrapped him slowly, I wanted to see what he had hidden from me within his towel. His cock was rock hard, with a purple knob, a thin shaft, his shaved balls hung low between his legs, my hands were on his thighs, he was nervous, shy, he surveyed the room to see who was watching him. Thepink bullet-like nipples, centered in silver dollarsized, lightly pebbled areolas, responded to the touchto an excited state of erection that fairly shouted tobe tweaked, pinched, pulled, sucked and twirled.Her sculptured Scandinavian face with her ice blueeyes, platinum hair and flawless glowing complexionturned heads wherever she went. She had worked hard toflatten her slight round belly and she had succeeded.She was a flat as any woman her age with just theslightest sexy roundness to her. He wasn't crying, but he looked upset. I pulled on my coat and went out the back door into the garage. As soon as the door shut, I began softly singing a Christmas carol.My star amulet, of course, hung against my chest. I only took the talisman off to bathe. I started trying to call manna while at the same time singing. The Arthur part of my brain took up the song while the "I" part began to chant internally and to picture the manna flowing in: Please come to me. I need you. Please come to me.I.