We had now taken on a sibling like relationship. She complained to me about guys and asked me for advice. I even hooked her up with a friend of mine, ...ut that didn’t work out. When she would get depressed she would call or text me and ask me what was wrong with her, why wouldn’t guys talk to her? I would always reassure her that she is absolutely beautiful and guys were obviously intimidated and not turned off. Sometimes I would wonder if she was calling me just to hear me tell her she’s. “Now I thought we agreed on Joshua," he said with a wink.“Well, thank you, Joshua. Now, how about that iced tea?”He took the glass from my hand and took a big gulp of the tea. His hand was huge. The glass almost disappeared in it. It made my hand look like a little kid's.“Mmmm. Now that is some good tea, darlin’. Thank you so much."He sat down on the small bench that was inside the pump house and drank some more tea. I couldn’t stop thinking of what was on my mind since I first saw him without. ’ I played Sunday golf with Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He worried leaving Connie alone, he had heart problems. They couldn’t have children after Connie’s ex-husband beat her almost to death while heavily pregnant with Freddie’s child. ‘Freddie was a nice man,’ she remembered, ‘And you were a nice boy.’ ***** I thought of school, age 15, sitting next to Connie as always. She lived next door. We learned to walk and talk together, I taught her bicycle riding, the precocious minx taught. No doubt it Wasn,t the first pussyfooted juice to stain thevseat and would not be the last as she sighed and struggled to regain her composure. “That felt great.” She tanked me. “Now for your treat!” She unbuckled my belt, lowered my trousers and underpants so my stiff cock stood Proud between my legs. She then slid to her knees and kissed the the tip of my knob gently licking away some drops of precum there. To my delight she then captured the end of my cock and began to work her mouth up and.