She found a job in her field across the whole country from me. Our kind of relationship couldn't last that way. Perhaps another kind might have.So, it...was some twenty-five years later and there she was. We were both in the town where we had first met. We had both returned there for whatever reason. I had to know how she was. I had to know if she cared how I was. We couldn't help seeing each other there in the center. It was too close and personal to hide from people there. It was several days. I couldn't help not reach down and stroke it withmy hand, running my fingers down its smooth crease. Bryan's ass movedslightly against my fingers, involuntarily, as if his ass wanted me to pushmy fingers in between those smooth cheeks and explore his moist, hidden boyhole. "You might want to have your son put his clothes on soon." The flightattendant chuckled with a devious grin as he stood by my seat, holding twofresh clean towels in his hand. "Good idea. Don't want a naked boy. The caretaker held out a heavy cloak to the oldest Elven he had ever seen. “Put this on old master, you will warm up shortly.”“Thank you son, “said B’rill. He looked around and saw that much had changed since his last visit to this land. The path up the cliff was now paved in cut stone and rails acted to keep the unsteady from falling into the freezing water below. He also saw something disturbing around the city. As he looked around the guard asked, “Where will you be heading, old one?”B’rill. Clarissa was wearing ashort tartan skirt and tan pantyhose, with a classic whiteblouse. Her hair was in a ponytail and her face had onlythe faintest trace of makeup. She managed to make thesimple outfit look unbelievably sexy though, and when shesat and crossed her legs, I found myself sneaking a glanceat the soft line that formed between her thighs. She gaveme a huge smile."Hi Jenny." She said. "You look great."To my acute embarrassment, her disarmingly frank complimentmade me blush. What was.