’ ‘What do you do there? For a living I mean?’ Billy looked at me and laughed. ‘Hell John, I’m the Keebler elf. Didn’t you recognize me?�... ‘What does that mean?’ ‘I stock grocery store shelves with Keebler cookies and crackers. Been doing it for a few years now. I do my job and nobody bothers me. I make enough to get by and I have no work related worries.’ ‘Sounds like a comfortable situation. Is it your life’s ambition?’ ‘Yah, right, just what every girl dreams of. What do you do John, when you. ”We giggled together and got under the covers. We drifted off to sleep as I spooned those firm, curvy hips.When I woke up I went and grabbed some juice and fruit from the fridge and brought it to the bed. She was sitting up and smiled brightly.”Breakfast in bed? Maybe I do love you.”We had our breakfast and discussed the idea of her walking with me and coming to the gym. We made our plans and agreed to a schedule. I reminded her of the reward for following up each week. I took the dishes to the. I pressed my lips to her back, her neck, and the sides of her head, where I whispered how good she was for me, how she excited me so. I was in a strange mood, I knew a climax in her pussy would feel better, but I could not stop fucking her ass; sliding through her tight entrance drew me, again and again. I loved the feel as my cock traveled into the ring of muscle, then reversed the journey. Thinking about how her pussy would feel better led me to recalled Jerry’s last night with Martha. I. “I love you, Claudette.”She smiled back at me. “I love you, Eric.”I said, “Claudette, it’s going to take some effort starting tomorrow but you’re worth it to me. I hope I am worth the trouble to you.”“You are, Eric. Let’s go inside.”I smiled at her, exited the car, and went around to hand her out. We went inside to a young adults’ class and sat through an interesting lesson. Between Sunday school’s ending and the beginning of church, we met her parents, all four of us walking into the sanctuary.