Women's "problems" may be a fact of life, he thought, especially when you're living intimately with the women involved, but avoidance makes them much ...asier to deal with, from the man's point of view anyway.At the Hall he bypassed the front entrance and made his way around to the side where he found an attended door. Using the directions given he made his way back to the practice arena where another attendant showed him where to hang up his armor and weapons. His sword he turned into the. “Trouble?” Ginny asked Celia.“Nothing bothers her long,” Celia responded.Joe sensed trepidation. “Are you sure?”“Yes,” she smiled. “I’ll just tell her about the waiter conversation.”“Good.”“Are you two close?” Ginny asked.“Not really, no. We get along. But we’re too different.”“She enjoys it more than you,” Joe observed.“Some things.”“Being a slut,” Eddie said.“Yes Eddie. I enjoy the more traditional aspects. Being efficient and pleasant to the customers. She prefers the more ... intimate. . . cumming all over you like this, but now . . . it’s time to put back on your bra and feel our hot cum all over your titties." The girl couldn't believe what he wanted her to do . . .but since she liked him, she carefully bent over, positioned her firm tits over the cups, laid her bare nipples inside the gooey hot slime, and reached behind and snapped her bra back on. Instantly their cum began to heat up her young breasts and the feel was the. No words were uttered just the flood of emotions that passed between us, a shared grief. After some time she released me and pulled back at arm’s length to study my face. Taking my hand she led me up the stairs to the living room and we both sat side by side on the couch. Maggie continued to hold my hand as we sat in silence collecting our thoughts. I looked around thinking about the first day of my “lessons” sitting on this very couch and studying the room. Of course that brought back a flood.