When I got up the next morning it was 6AM, and it was still an empty downtown. I decided to hell with it, I would ride around the loop then to Tonya�...s Diner. When I sat down the boss lady actually stopped by the table to talk to me. She asked about Tiger and Lillian. I thought that was nice. After I updated her, she updated me on her kid whose name I never could remember. The Brat was out of school and looking forward to band camp. I didn’t tell Tanya, but I had read somewhere that a large. Fiction, non fiction, it didn't matter.There was a huge Sycamore tree in Rob's front yard. It was sixty feet tall, with lots of long evenly spaced branches - perfect for building a tree house, so, when they were both 12 years old they set about doing just that. The first one was just a platform about fifteen feet off the ground. It was big enough sit on and you could see the street through the branches. That's where they sat and talked, or dreamed, and spent time together. They built two more. Her bottom appeared to be well upholstered. She looked at me, and said she really liked me, and if I was happy to give her what she wanted, she would be delighted, subject to her checking out my cock to see that it wasn't too big.She excused herself, and Brian said she was going up to the bedroom to get ready, and that we would go up in a short while. I suddenly felt apprehensive - what if I couldn't get it up for her, what if Betty didn't like the look of my cock?Anyway I was soon going to. I gave in to my own misgivings and continued to run my hand ever lower. As I rubbed at Eleanor’s soft peachy backside, her nightie rose upward, exposing those cute knickers. My heart was beating heavily and my cock constantly twitching and my PJs were struggling to hold it in. I hoped that she hadn’t noticed but was once again wronged. Eleanor shifted herself and asked for a hug. She straddled my lap, which put extra strain on my cock and more importantly the PJs holding it in. She must have.