"Would you like anything else, sir?" she asked me. Oh what a clever lead in line I could have used to answer her question.There was just one problem, ...he meant nothing sexual, when she asked me that question. I looked into her sweet, lightly freckled face and smiled and said, "Chicharons, por favor." I reached for the roll of bills in my pocket and impulsively added, "Tamarindo por los ninos" I don't know why I ordered soft drinks for the kids, but it just seemed the right thing to do."Ah. You. But her persistent inquires soon begin to annoy him, especially when she questions him about his personal life. Although he is somewhat naïve — he does not like to admit it — he begins to suspect that her frequent forays to him are for something other than to obtain information about the hospital. He suspects that she wants to invite him over to her apartment for dinner and a movie. He tries to avoid her but he is frequently unsuccessful. Linda’s constant intrusion into his personal life puts. ” Oren leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss.Then he set to work. I couldn’t watch him or think about it, for fear of blowing my load. So instead I tried to make my muscles relax. Of course all that effort was rendered meaningless the instant the lubed up shaft touched my ass.“Ready?”I nodded.Oren thrust the first few inches is relatively easy. I closed my eyes as the toy rubbed up against my prostate. The next few inches went in pretty easily as well, but it was now touching deeper inside. I was busy, sat at the computer typing up some odd notes for my thesis when the door opened. ‘Garry?’ Glynda said. ‘I knocked but you didn’t answer.’ I was sat there with my headphones on, oblivious to the world. Had I not seen the door open she would have surprised me. ‘Sorry,’ I said, slipping the ‘phones off. ‘I was ‘California Dreaming’, listening to some of Da’s oldies.’ ‘It’s alright, but your Mam said to come right up, you were expecting me.’ ‘Yes, I was, ur, I mean I am,’ I said.