I thought about the time he was here before in my bedroom. I knew how big he was and I quite liked his shyness in one way, but I didn’t fancy having...him cum after a second again. I gave him the coffee and then stroked his arm. He was lean and sinewy. His muscles were so firm. He looked down into my eyes as I lifted his T shirt and patted his toned stomach. If only he could last I would have loved to have that huge weapon inside my tight little pussy. He started to breath deeply as my hands. Her gaze never left me as I approached her, she offered me a drink which I accepted and we sat and talked. She told me that after I left earlier she had doubts about this evening as she's happily married and has never been unfaithful claiming putting what happened earlier down to the warm weather, but all that changed when I turned up.I smiled at her and pulled my chair up nearer to hers, leaned into her and gently kissed her lips at the same time resting my hand on her leg just below the hem. " Oh, what did you do?" Tammy wanted to know. She was hoping it was for something Sandra had done to protest against this ADP silliness that was going on in their Country.Even when Sandra could hear a grunt coming from Melinda, she decided to tell Tammy the story of her day in school. Well, Tammy would probably hear it from Sabina anyway, if she would ask her about it when she got home.When Sandra was done with her story, Tammy was giggling nervously. She was a little disappointed that Sandra. That is the true nature of heroism.The heroic act is not flashy. There are no great scenes before the act in which the hero gives a speech about doing the right thing. There isn’t a sound track that plays in the background. When things go crazy, the hero walks into the middle of that chaos and, using knowledge that is available to everyone, saves someone else.Some may consider this to be a disappointing vision of heroism. The idea of plain people doing one thing right just doesn’t seem to have.