I was rejected. I tried to put her out of my mind, and after some weeks, and much writing, I succeeded. I found new direction to walk in, ponds, creek..., gorges, perfect outlooks for watching the sunset. I wrote many new stories during the first weeks of spring, enough that I was considering trying to publish. I had some friends that had managed to get novels to print, and I hoped that could help me through the process. The last day in April I decided that my extended vacation was getting too. It took all I had not too gag as he slid as far into me as he could and I smelled the aroma of coconut oil as my nose became firmly planted against his glorious nut sack. I groaned again as Chris said, “OK on your knees.”I rolled to the side and turned around. There was a towel on the deck and I kneeled on it and lifted my soaking wet with saliva, ass in his direction. The young man spread my legs and knelt between them. He picked up the baby oil and coated his rigid pole and poured some down. The goose laid a golden egg and honked a welcome.Elizabeth saw Dinah just as the giantess turned her big head to see what the goose was honking about. Their eyes met. Elizabeth just stood there, feeling terrified.“Well looky there,” said Dinah. “I thought we had agreed you weren’t going to plant any more of those beans.”“I need to see Mortie,” gasped Elizabeth. She tensed to run, if the giantess evolved into a threat. Dinah’s reaction wasn’t what she expected, though. Instead she turned her. It always aroused me, somehow. The address Emily gave me was right in the Central Business District. I knew where to go, but I couldn't recall what shop we would find there. Emily was being rather coy about it. Well, it was her birthday. I wasn't going to spoil it with questions. We parked off the main street, in a free lot, and walked down an alley and around to the front of the businesses. She had taken my hand again. It was rather sweet. Yes, she was a sweet girl in many ways. I was smiling.