“He writes stories in ISS. He is just a friend. ISS is……” I started explaining nervously, Swati cut me short.“I know ISS.I read many stories... I think I read few of his stories. Be careful, within few minutes of chatting, they pester you for mobile number and boast how big their cock is and how hard they will fuck you.” She told me. I stared at her. It was strange listening to her talk like that.“He is not like that, at least, not so far. He told about his experiences and asked mine” I told her. He moved his hands to her plump breast, the air against her recently freed nipples making them hard. He rolls his forefinger and thumb over her nipples, a soft moan escapes her throat. Her moans spurs him on, he turns her around to face him. He feels her hands slide down his chest, slowly, and if he didn’t know better, lovingly. It was if she was trying to memorize every detail of his body. As he felt her touch moving lower, he reached up and released her hair from their confines. Her long. At least he looked good on draft night when he came out of the stands to get his baseball cap,” Jacob illuminated as he placed the shirts on the counter in front of him. “I even made suits for Miss Becky. She had two or three, but when she made it official she was moving on to Las Vegas, she came in, and I made about ten different suits for her. She looks very good for a basketball coach if I do say so myself.“Now, young man. You have a very difficult problem. Your body is undoubtedly in. "Good to meet you, too," I managed to get out. Sheila just grinned."Hey, honey, get the bags?" she said."Get the bags. She's the one that packed a gazillion suitcases, she has more muscles than I do, and it's 'honey, get the bags'," I smirked. Her mother cracked up."Oh, OK, I'll help," Sheila said, popping open the trunk. "Weenie." Jock." She stuck her tongue out at me. "Uh-huh," I grinned. "Here, just grab some of these small ones, I don't have enough hands. I'll take all the heavy ones..