She was so bubbly about the ‘date’ as she called it. I needed to stop thinking about it being something romantic. Chloe knew me well enough to kno... better than trying to hook me up with someone when I was tied down.We spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon touring Disney World. My sisters ran around trying to outdo each other at getting as many autographs before we had to go. It was fun watching them. They all kept rushing around, while I followed and watched. They were. For once in my life, I was motivated enough to make sure my reach became long enough. I fell asleep that night, more determined about that than ever before.Sunday mornings were usually quiet around El Paso, as the saloons and dance halls were closed, per city ordnance. Sunday morning was the one time a week I used Molly’s bathtub instead of Clem’s. I usually bathed at Clem’s, because his Chinese helper had plenty of hot water always available, and I was at Clem’s six days a week for a shave. My hands went under the table cloth and reached for the object of my burning desire. Scraping the spoon up inside her legs I could feel on the back of my hand the soft skin burning with heat as I neared her shaved pussy.Suddenly, as she once again pressed her tongue deep into my mouth, her body went stiff, jerked twice and then my fingers were surrounded with a wet slick goo that could not be all frosting. Using the spoon and watching the flicker of heat in her eyes, I scraped what I thought. Bye.” and she put the phone down. I could not be sure of why she had called me to her place, whether she has agreed to have sex with me, or she has called me to give some boring advice.I kept thinking and my thought process became broader and broader like should I buy condoms in case she had called me to have sex, and if I buy how many to buy i.e. would I be done with one dip and would I require more. I literally got crazy that evening.Next morning, I woke up and took leave from office citing.