I loved her, and I hated that feeling of her leaving with him; I loved him too, but sometimes I felt like I hated him almost as much, and that bothere... me deeply.I made other friends, so the weeks apart from them became less lonely, and I dated a few times, even managing to get laid occasionally when I found a girl as horny as I was. There’s not a lot to do in Laramie, Wyoming, so sex is always good for an evening’s entertainment, and it turned out, much to my surprise, that there were some. Yolanda felt it , too . She inhaled deeply and gtabbed Preston's ass with both hands . Preston just let her have it . Resistance was futile . The first spurt felt like it would last forever . Yolanda sank carefully to the ground with Oreston on top of her , still flinching in her mouth . He felt Yolanda's hand on his belly . She wasn't pushing him off , but her touch reminded him to give her room to breathe . He gently raised up and watched her nurse on his softening dick . Preston raised up. We played together when we could get the down time away from work. Berto was hispanic from East L.A. and married to a cute little chicita with three kids already. Deeter was a black guy from the Mississippi backwoods and was still single. Berto had been in the Army for about six years. Deeter was single and, like me, had only been in less than a year.We all got along great. The guys razzed me a lot about being their red necked chauffeur, but I gave it right back to them. We all got pretty good. I didn’t live far so it was a 3 minute ride thank god. At the first red light he lights up another cigarette and says to me, “Do you know where I live?”. I replied quietly, “No.” never looking at him. “We are neighbours.”, he says and continues, “You know. You are pretty good at make the store tidier and cleaner. It sure does look better and brighter. And customers are complementing me thinking I made some improvements. When it was only you tidying up.”. He takes another drag of his cigarette.