" and gladly lent it to her. I thought no more about it.A few minutes later she was at the door again saying I had been so neighbourly in lending her ...he coffee, would I like to come over for a cup. I had nothing better to do and she did look very smart in her tight business skirt-suit.As we entered her house she asked me to sit down in the lounge and make myself at home. She would go and make the coffees. When she returned my eyes nearly popped out of my head!She had changed into a very, very. But he wanted more from life than a good job and a stable income in the same town he'd grown up in. If he hadn't left, he knew he never would, doomed to reside in the same place repeating his father's and grandfather's stories, and passing on the same mundane legacy to his own sons. No, Aron wanted more from life than that.So he packed up and became an adventurer, even though it was no longer fashionable to do so. And for a couple of years he spent his life travelling the continent of Soros,. She darted her tongue up inside of me and sucked out my juices. I could hear her swallow and hear her own pleasures she was receiving from it. I felt dizzy and wanted to cum all over her, warning her I was close. She stopped licking me and stood again and removed her clothing. The sight of her naked body, took my breath away. She had a tiny jeweled naval ring that glistened from the light in the room. Her dark pubic hair was trimmed short and only a line ran from the top, stopping at her slit.. “Steve? Steve Adams? Oh my God!”I sprang from my chair, turned around and pulled Donna Woody into my arms for a hug where I did my best to make up for the previous twelve years. Donna was crying softly, and I stroked her hair, then noticed a fine-looking teenager who had to be about fifteen, and I was sure was her son, Marcus. Eventually, I loosened my arms just a bit, and she pulled back and looked me in the eyes and smiled.“Hi,” she said shyly.“Hi,” I replied, as old feelings overwhelmed me.I.