The one thing that Dave couldn't find was a coffee shop to start his day. He wanted to continue the routine that helped him get focused for important ...ournaments. He decided to ask Gary the next morning.The next morning as Gary was preparing the practice tee, Dave asked, "Gary, can you recommend a good coffee shop where I could start each morning of the tournament. I actually drink hot chocolate, not coffee, but I like to find a nice quiet place to get focused."Gary chuckled, "There aren't many. On the other hand, maybe this could work. I could teach the Pope to fuck six ways to Sunday with that much time.” Don smiled, walked over and kissed Margarita while he lovingly put his hands on her blouse and massaged her breasts through the blouse and then slid his hands down to the front of her slacks. Saturday morning and Dad has left for the Middle East . Margarita opens the bedroom door, peers in and smiles, “Randy, could you get out of bed? I have something important to discuss. "Do you have any money lying around the house?" Justin asked."No, nothing. Do you think you could do me a favor just this once?" Renee asked."I'm really not supposed to do that," he replied, still staring at her tits."You can look at my tits but you won't lend me money for lunch?" she asked."I’m... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," he said, caught off guard."Want to see more?" she offered, pulling her shirt down further squeezing her cleavage out the top."Yea, I do!" he replied, grinning ear to. I lost count of how many times I had sobbed myself to sleep knowing the impossibility of my dreams, or tried to work it out of my system by masturbating and imagining I was with someone, anyone else. It never worked, though; my thoughts always returned to Brandon, muscles rippling powerfully as he vanquished anything that threatened me.After a few sessions with the counsellor that had not helped- and how could they, for I lied to her about the cause of my stress- she suggested that I try.