Mrs. Coleman seems fine to me. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.” Kelly hits me on the hand and says, “Kelly, please James. Calling me M...s. Coleman makes me sound like an old fuddy duddy.” Mr. Coleman smiles and echoes the sentiment, “Yes James, my wife is right as always. You can call me David.” I walk over and shake his hand and responded, “Ok, no problem David.” Walking over to retrieve my coat David and Kelly asked if I wanted anything to drink but I declined. “When should we. .. I went to the car and got my bate oil (jojoba oil - the best... leaves yr cock golden and smooth - 100% pure!) and sat down again on my camping chair oiled my now hard cock and balls - so good.... I slowly wanked and felt totally relaxed. The only sound was the sound of sloppy oil being stroked on my so hot cock...I worked and I think 40 minutes or so passed (I love edging...). I pulled my balls hard and bated my cock.. so good...and it was not long I blasted a heavy load over my stomach. But, with a nice rack of tits like Susan has, there's no disguising those beauties."Yeah, and I've had a rough day, too, Tom," Susan said and as I looked into her eyes, I could see that she was nearly in tears. I really thought Susan was sexy but I sort of found myself not knowing what to do as I realized that Susan had experienced such a rough day of school that she was about to break down in tears. I stood there looking at Susan and then I walked over and took her into my arms. I hoped no one. I got a free ride to the University of West Virginia in Morgantown because I did so well on the math section, I guess. I always did test well. It was the fall of 1985 when I drove into Morgantown in my pickup. It looked like hell, but I'd torn it down to the frame and rebuilt it. It was a 1938 Chevy stake bed truck. It had a foot locker full of clothes and my tool boxes in the back. I was towing a rebuilt single-axle diesel-powered Lincoln welder. I sure wasn't some flower child with.