Carmen looks up from rubbing her foot and sees you staring at her. "Aren't you about to go somewhere?" she asked a little annoyed. Forgetting yourself and looking like an idiot, you shook your head and walked out the door.
You walked out on the porch to be greeted to a chilly fall breeze. It may be early September but the cold is creeping fast around here. Feeling chilly, you went back in to grab your jacket and walk back out to the road. Walking down the road, you realize how much you are going to really miss this place. A place you have grown up in will always have a special place in your memories.
Walking into town, you pass by another memory lane. A small bookstore. You stop in front of it and stared. Wow, now this place takes you back. When you were a kid, you use to come here a lot with this one friend you have made. Tina. She was around your age and had always been very friendly with you. She had a rare white hair that you attracted your child-like self by its bizarre color. She was shy and you noticed even then that she was a little over attached to you. She would come here with you a lot and ask for you to read to her since she couldn't read since she was blind. Every weekend you both would come over here to play and read and Tina would listen intently to your voice. Sadly, you both haven't (seen) each other in years.
Sighing that you miss your friend, you entered the store for a quick check on how its been all these past years. The little bell above the door rang and a sweet adorable voice came from the desk, "Welcome to Next Store! How may I help you?"
You walk to the desk, not paying attention to the clerk much till you arrived at the counter. "Sorry, I'm just looking arou-" You stopped and had a better look at the girl. "... Tina? Is that you?" You knew it was with one look but its for her sake.
The expression on Tina's doll face didn't change for a few seconds till it light up. "Webster? Webster, is that you?" she asked. Webster is a nickname she gave you.
"Yeah! Its me! How have you been?" You asked back. Wow, Tina looks really good, you thought. Knowing you really shouldn't but unable to help yourself since you're on you quest, you took a closer look at her mature figure and your bulge popped outwards. Her white hair reached her shoulders, probably recently cut, her breast are a pair of DDs underneath that red green striped sweater and her legs looks thick through her jeans. Her ass must be pretty big for her slim figure.
"I've been doing well! I got this job I've wanted for the longest time ever and have been managing despite me being blind. Hold on. I can't see so let me feel how big you've gotten." She reached her hand out across the desk grab you and you gave her your arm. "Wow! You're packing a lot more muscle than I remember." She said feeling up your entire arm.
You blush and bragged, "Yeah, I've been hitting the gym and played a lot of sports." Tina kept feeling you arm and you lean over closer to her. You peered under the desk and notice her shoes taken off under the desk. Man, her feet look so sexy right now. The bulge noticeably pressed increasingly tight against your pants and your big dick scream for some pressure relief. But you can't, you tell yourself. You just met up with your old friend. But Tina kept pulling you closer her like a needy child and her hands moved up around on your chest.
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