And patiently waited for a response. I sent a quick text to my friend and told him that she had sent me a message. He just said good luck and see you ...n work on Monday. It seemed to be a long time before she responded. She said “ that is funny how you forgot my name, I also forgot yours.” She added. “ I would like to get together again, and my name is Amy.” I replied to her and told her my name. We decided to get together again later that afternoon. I am glad that I know her name now. Heading. It was a painful thought, wanting to see her again and not knowing if this was the end of our fantasy. I had agreed to meet my brother for a light dinner at Jewish deli near the library. I told him I had a craving for a big hot pastrami sandwich on real sourdough rye bread, something impossible to get in Maine. I had my poems with me and was glancing over them, arranging them in the order I would read. When my brother arrived and sat down, he asked me how my afternoon was. For some reason, I. " Great idea, Honey!" Meadow said, her face gleaming in delight.So that's what we did, and of course, all through dinner and the ride to and from the restaurant, they discussed everything from our son's love life to what he did on-campus from day to day.I do love my son, but to be honest, all this talking was getting under my skin, so when we finally arrived home, I decided not to partake in any more 'catching up' and went to our bedroom instead.I don't know how long they talked that evening. ’ He mused as he unbuckled his large black belt from around his jolly belly. ‘The ability to hand out presents to all the good boys and girls, plus fuck all the naughty girls in a single night! Good thing I have a full year to recuperate.’ His belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly as he chuckled to himself. As his scarlet pants pooled over his black fur trimmed boots, his rock hard cock sprang into view. Emily’s eyes widened in amazement. ‘Oh my goodness, Santa! Is that for ME????’ She felt.