I think it was Sam Ewing who wrote or said, "When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childh...od." I didn't have a childhood in Ely, Nevada, but I lived in the town for a brief time with a brand new body, a pseudo-childhood, and I missed that time and the people I knew who called me Coach. I thought seeing Robyn again would give me pleasure. It didn't. Seeing her again was excruciatingly painful. I wanted to take her into my arms and hold. The sight made her cunt smolder and made her mouth water. That attention was affecting Jonathon as well. It was as if she were caressing him with her eyes, he could almost feel her gaze burn into his throbbing cockmeat. He stared down at her as she leaned in close, going cross-eyed as she turned her vision inwards. He made his cock muscles pulse. Brenda gasped as she saw the fat, dark vein throb up the underside of his prickshaft and the fat cockhead expand and darken.She blew her warm breath. “Only if that dick’s nice and hard.”I opened the door and there she stood in her white pumps, gloves and pearls. The banality of her work clothes were such a fraudulent contrast to her awesome flare in dressing for sex. She knew what looked good and took great pleasure showing off that knowledge.In a pose that would’ve made Beyonce envious, she had her hands balled up into confident little fists that rested lightly on her hips. One shoulder thrown forward, her chin tucked in, eyes sparkling in. "She looked at me, standing about fifteen feet from her, an economy pack of twelve Trojans clutched in my nervous hand. She frowned at me, but left to go into the back storeroom as ordered. She didn't look too happy as she waddled her big bulky frame the fifty or so feet necessary to disappear from our view."Will that do it for you today, young man?" Yes, Mr. Nichols, this is all I need for now." Please don't let my assistant trouble you, or keep you from purchasing any items in the future that.