Chapter 2: Flowers in the Bed

Josh

I awake to my phone chiming from an incoming text. I look and see it’s Heather, “Hi Josh! Are you up?”

“I am now :)”

“Wanna have breakfast?”

“Sure! Do you want to meet at Sarah’s Diner on Main?” Then a better idea hits me and I text, “Or, do you want to come here?”

“Let’s eat there!!!” is her instant reply.

“See you soon!”

Getting out of bed, I start to make the covers but think better of it. Screw it, this bed is just gonna be messed up very shortly anyway, I snicker to myself. Putting on some running shorts and a t-shirt, I go down to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

Heather and I did have plans to get together this afternoon, but I guess she couldn’t wait. That’s perfectly fine with me, I wouldn’t have been able to either. I tell ya, after all the sexy fun we had yesterday, it’s no surprise either one of us could wait to see each other. I’d place bets that before noon we’ll be fucking like there’s no tomorrow.

Yesterday I did something for Heather I never thought I would do for anyone. She told me about a fantasy of being blindfolded and tied to the bed while several guys lined up to have sex with her. On short notice, I was able to arrange for nine of my closest friends to make her fantasy come true. They’re all great guys I can trust implicitly to be gentle, to stop at the slightest hint of trepidation, and make sure that Heather is treated with nothing but the utmost respect.

They all did great and Heather was so surprised. She had the time of her life - and the biggest orgasm of her life! In the end, and with her fantasy fulfilled, she could not thank me enough. Don’t get me wrong here, I had a fantastic time as well; I came two times! Well, actually four if you want to count the two additional ejaculations I had after Heather left and I jacked off thinking about all the sex.

Heather has been dealing with a lot after getting divorced a year and a half ago, but it was a good move on her part; her ex-husband is a real douchebag. I too have not had much luck in the dating world since my former girlfriend of two years broke up with me. It’s not that I haven’t dated afterward, it’s just that nothing seems to work with the others – it’s always the old one-date-and-done routine, either I didn’t impress her, or she didn’t impress me. For the last couple of years, I’ve kept my head in my work of teaching computer science and program development at Grand Rapids Community College. Renovating my farmhouse has been good for me and kept my hands anything but idle.

It sounds like Heather has been handling her life’s challenges by keeping herself just as occupied with her advertising agency position in Chicago. I guess what I’m getting at here is – we both have a ton of pent-up sexual energy to release!

She arrives and we share a few minutes of impassioned kissing at the front door entryway. She thanked me again for all the fun yesterday as we sat down to enjoy eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast.

“What parts did you like best about yesterday?” I ask her.

“Oh, god, there was so much to like. I loved how you took your sweet time to build up my suspense when you were touching me, even if it was borderline pissing me off!” she laughs. “And, oh my god, Josh, you really know how to please a woman with your mouth ... My boobs, my body ... my pussy ... that was so incredible! Then you let me suck you. Twice! And, wow, do you ever feel good in here,” she reaches down to rub between her legs. “I’m so glad we’re having breakfast here. There is no way we could have this conversation in Sarah’s Diner full of nosy townsfolk!”

“You’re absolutely right about that!” I agree.

“And then your friends ... wow! They were all so awesome! I’ll never forget Dan and his mega cream pie! Too funny! But his tongue felt really good cleaning me out like that.”

“He’s one crazy sex fiend for sure! The stories he tells ... whew!”

“I can only imagine,” she says then asks with a wink, “Do you want to know what my absolute favorite part about yesterday was? What really gets my bits buzzing when I think about it?”

“What?”

“When you came in my mouth.”

“Really?” Wow, I’m not gonna lie, hearing her say that was her favorite part is beyond flattering.

“Oh, Josh, it was so ... You taste so good!”

“I do?”

“I know you like your precum, but you’ve never tried your cum too?” She tilts her head.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but—”

“Trust me, it’s great. It’s sweet and mild. Not quite as sweet as your precum, but totally awesome nonetheless.” All this talk about how much she likes the flavors of my sex juices is getting me super hard. “What was your favorite part, or parts, about yesterday?”

“Teasing you and eating your pussy. You’re every bit as delicious as you say I am.”

“Awww ... you’re too sweet! Literally!”

“I also liked watching how you sucked and cleaned me up after, that was so hot to see.”

“I figured you would like that.”

“Oh, I did, trust me, I did!” I laugh.

“All this talk is getting me so horny and wet,” she confides. Being able to relate, I stand and show her how this conversation has affected me; the front of my shorts are tenting outward. “Oh, nice!” She gives me a thumbs up. “Let’s hurry up and finish. There’s a certain cock in there that I need to lay my eyes on ... for the first time!”

Upstairs in my bedroom, Heather asks me to keep my clothes on for a minute while she quickly undresses and gets on the bed. She piles up the pillows at the headboard so she can sit upright against them.

“Okay, Josh, take everything off except your undies.” I let my running shorts fall to my ankles and fling off my t-shirt. Kicking my socks off, I stand in my skivvies awaiting my next instruction. “Mmmm,” she nods, “I like the classic white briefs, I didn’t think guys your age still wore them.”

“I guess that’s the old-fashioned farmer-boy in me,” I laugh. “What can I say, they’re comfortable and I like ‘em.”

She snickers and says, “I like ‘em too, they show off your bulge nicely.”

“Do you think so?” I look down at my front side. “They’re kinda loose fitting on me.”

“Well, now that you mention it, I think I need a closer look. Climb up here and put your knees on each side of me.” She pats the mattress with both hands. I do and she scoots down so her face is inches from the front of my undies. “Alright, Farmer Josh, let’s check you out.” Placing her hands on my hips, she pulls me closer to brush her nose over the cloth and sniff around the fly opening. This contact of her face at this part of my body is sending instant tingly sensations racing outward. Breathing deep, she inhales my scents with a hum of satisfaction. “I think ... this bulge ... is perfect,” she whispers.

Hooking her fingers in the stretchy waistband, she slowly pulls my underwear down. Taking her first gaze on my manhood, she exhales a long slow breath. “Oh, you’re everything I imagined ... and more.”

She has me lift a leg, then the other, so I can take the briefs completely off. Staying in my kneeling position above her body, she wants to keep my sex front and center. She quietly vocalizes her thoughts, “I’ve been wanting you in front of me like this since we were teenagers. Even though I had you yesterday, I was blindfolded. Seeing you makes all of this brand new again.”

She reaches up with both hands to touch everything, my shaft, my glans, my balls, and my pubic hair. She also lets her fingers travel my inner thighs and reaches in to rub on my taint area. I’m rapidly getting hard, but she wants to feel me grow inside her mouth. I’ve heard some women like to feel their guy stiffen this way, I’m happy to oblige.

Sucking and sucking as I grow, the wet and slurpy sounds are music to my ears. I love seeing how she takes the whole thing in and burrows her nose into my dark brown pubic patch. She guides my hands, putting them on the back of her head so I can hold her face pressed to my private place. She moans a lengthy hum of appreciation; I know my penis sure appreciates this attention, wow! With my hands on her head to hold her to me, she reaches behind and grabs my ass cheeks to pull my pelvis even tighter to her.

Grasping my right cheek, she spreads my crack open. With her other hand, she rubs her fingers inside my exposed crevasse. I’ve never had anyone play in my nether regions before, especially while sucking on me at the same time - this feels awesome!

And it gets even better. She finds my puckered anus and wiggles her finger on it slightly pushing in. This unexpected, but welcome play causes my muscles to twitch and flinch. As they do, she pushes in a little deeper and deeper. I’m not sure how far inside she goes, but it feels so different and fantastic at the same time, especially when she wiggles her finger around in there. This delightful ass play coupled with her sucking my cock is bringing me to my edge very quickly.

“Ohhh, Heather ... this is so awesome ... but I’m gonna cum really soon.”

“Uh-huh,” she murmurs the affirmative, “just let it happen.”

With a squint and a grunt, my cock explodes. Stream after stream shoots from my urethra quickly filling her mouth. I love how she pushes her tongue against the tip of my glans so she can feel my spurts ejaculating. Her moans are loud and she can’t get enough.

When my climax slows and subsides, she pulls off to roll my cum around, coating the inside of her mouth. Motioning me to come closer, she wants to share. With our lips connected, she lets a healthy dollop of my cream slip from her mouth into mine. I’ve tried my own before by licking dribbles from my finger, but never this amount. She gives me about half my load; I guess she wants me to learn what she loves so much about it.

My first observation is a silly one of how warm it is – I mean, duh, of course it is, it just came out of my penis! Next, I notice the flavors. She is absolutely right, it really is mild and more sweet than salty. Until recently, I’ve only known the common generality that cum is super salty oftentimes to the point of being bitter. A few months ago, I read that what you eat and drink can affect how your cum tastes. I’m pretty good at eating well, including lots of sweet fruits, and I don’t drink very much alcohol. Aside from this being a healthy choice for me, it appears we’ve found an interesting hidden perk for my efforts. The last thing of note is the texture, my sperm is thicker and richer than my precum. Overall, it’s not bad at all; I can understand why she likes it.

She swallows her portion as I swallow mine. With a nod, she says, “See, it’s pretty good, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I actually liked it.”

“It’s especially fun how you gave it to me,” she admits with a smirk.

“Oh, yeah, I really like that part too!”

“Of course, you do!” she slaps my chest.

“Oh, and I...” I motion to my butt, “I like what you did with your finger back here,”.

“Yeah, ha-ha, I wasn’t sure how you would react to that, but I’m happy you liked it.”

Flat on my back, I have Heather put her knees on each side of my head. With my face between her thighs, I’m awestruck by her most gorgeous and wet pussy hovering mere inches above.

With my hands on her hips, I guide her slowly down. Opening my jaw wide so her entire pussy plants directly on my mouth, my tongue slithers into her slit to begin licking, flicking, and lapping everything. My nostrils fill with her fragrant muskiness and my tongue is basking in her sweet and slight tanginess - her feminine essences are fabulous, and my senses of smell and taste are in overdrive!

After teasing her clit for a while, I move down to her urethral opening. I know I’ve found it when I taste the slight acridness of pee. From above, I hear Heather hum, “Oh, I like it when you lick me right on that spot, it tickles but it feels so good.”

Venturing a little further, I find her wet opening begging for my tongue to snake its way in. Pushing inside as far as I can, I wiggle it around. She responds by flexing her internal muscles trying to pull my tongue in even deeper.

“Oh, Josh ... eat my pussy ... eat my pussy,” she moans.

As she did for me, I spread her soft cheeks to finger her little hole. I can feel her sphincter react to the touch, it’s funny how it’s sensitive that way. Wiggling my finger, I slowly ease in what I can, but it’s not much because she’s so tight. I achieve maybe the length of my fingertip at best. We can work on this more in the future.

Her clit, the soft fleshy folds of her inner and outer labia, her vaginal canal entrance, there’s so much going on in the small space of her beautiful flower. I can’t get enough, and I want to lick, nibble, and taste it all! Pussies were definitely designed to be enjoyed with your mouth every bit as much as with your cock.

All of this oral stimulation is causing her to unconsciously move back and forth and rub her slippery bits all over my face. I love this! Paint me with your wetness! At times it’s hard to breathe, but I like feeling her push down and smash herself onto me. I know it feels good for her, and I’m certainly not complaining about being force-fed my favorite delicacy at the same time.

Her clit is as hard as a pebble, I suck on it like you would the tip of your pinky finger and have fun rolling it around between my lips. This is driving her crazy, she’s baring down, lifting up, releasing juices, moaning out loud, and squeezing her thighs in on my head. She’s having her moment and I’m loving every second of it as much as she is. Guys, when you have the opportunity to give your girl an orgasm on your face – do it!

When reality returns, Heather flops down onto the bed beside me, “I love how you do that, wow! I hope I didn’t get too messy on you.”

“I love when you get messy ... the messier the better,” I snicker.

“Me with your cum and you in my wet pussy, we sure love the sloppy stuff, don’t we?” Heather giggles with me.

“Yeah, we do!”

We take a moment to unwind and catch our breaths. I still can’t believe I’m having this kind of fun with my longtime childhood friend; please don’t pinch me in case this is a dream. I’ve always been very attracted to Heather; here she is at twenty-seven and still every bit as cute as she was at eighteen - and even more gorgeous.

Heather was the first friend I made when my family moved here when I was in the 5th Grade. Throughout our time in school together, she kept getting cuter and cuter with each passing year. Her shoulder-length brown hair matches her brown eyes, and she has the perfect cute face, warm, with a smile that lights up the room.

In high school, I was so smitten but always afraid to ask for anything beyond. I knew the adages of venture and gain, but I lived by nothing risked, nothing lost. I convinced myself that she wasn’t interested in anything more than the already wonderful platonic friendship we shared. I knew that if that boundary was breached, we might never be able to go back to what we had. In afterthought, and from our recent conversations, I now understand she was thinking and feeling the same as I was. It’s too bad neither of us dared to take the chance because, in hindsight, neither of us ever had anything to fear. But we did what we felt was right at the time, we played it safe. Honestly, it’s all good, it’s in the past, and doesn’t matter now anyway.

After graduation, she went her way, and I went mine. Perhaps our time apart was what we both needed to mature into confident adults, confident to now let ourselves explore a sexual relationship.

She runs her fingers through my hair and asks, “What are you thinking about?”

“You ... and how awesome it is that we’ve reconnected.”

“Aww, Josh, I’m loving this too!” She looks down and sees my cock standing straight up. Grabbing and stroking it, she asks, “Does this mean you’re ready to saddle up and get back at it, cowboy?”

“It sure does!”

Heather spreads her white silken thighs inviting me into the heavenly space in between. Seeing her lying open to me in this way is celestial, I’ll never forget this image. On my knees, I grab a hold of myself and line up for entry. Slipping my cock between her satiny love petals feels so natural, it’s all I want in the world right now.

My bare bottom repeatedly rises and falls as she completes the welcoming by surrounding her legs and locking her calves behind my thighs. “This is what I missed yesterday by being tied to the bed posts, I so wanted to wrap myself around you when we do this.”

I slowly speed up my thrusting and work my shaft like a piston; the bedframe is rocking, and the mattress is making a well-timed squeak from our efforts. “Oh, yes! Oh, god yes!” Heather’s hands grip my backside to pull me into her with each forward heave. “Oh, Josh, you feel so good! Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy!”

She’s holding onto my ass so tight, I’m sure she’s leaving indents on my cheeks. Knowing how much I enjoyed it earlier, she wiggles her fingers deep in my crack to have more fun playing with my hole.

So much stimulation, so much sexual electricity crackling through our bodies. I’m soon fighting to hold back my orgasm so I can time my release when she’s peaking in hers, but this battle is quickly becoming for naught.

“I-I, uh ... I’m getting really close—”

I can’t stand it any longer and I’m gonna blow. Heather yowls out loud as she launches and her internal muscles clamp tightly around my shaft. Not only is she clamping my shaft, but her legs and hands are clamping my body to hers. Unable to hold it any longer, I let nature run its course and shoot my seed deep.

“Ohhh,” Heather moans, “I love feeling you cum.”

“Mmmm...” I hum in return. Feeling her muscles rippling, drawing-out my semen from me into her is absolutely fantastic. Cumming together is always the best; everyone will tell you that. But, in reality, it doesn’t happen as often as people wish to believe, so when it does, it’s extra special.

Lying side by side, we’re both covered in sweat. One downside to this charming old farmhouse is the ventilation system isn’t the most efficient at delivering cool air from the central air conditioning (AC) unit. When the sun is bright, this upstairs bedroom can get pretty damn warm on a hot summer morning.

We don’t care about sweat; we’ve exchanged plenty of fluids this morning. The satisfied grin on her face says it all, she’s clearly enjoying the soothing effects of the serotonin and oxytocin in my semen – gotta love my all-natural happy love drugs at work. Me, I’m enjoying what we guys call Post Ejaculation Bliss; it’s a warm, fuzzy, relaxed feeling coursing through my body emanating from my groin area.

So perfectly content, we both doze off for a short nap. After we wake up and shower together, Heather tells me she should go back to her parent’s house. They’ve been griping about her spending so much time with me over the last couple of days, and they want some quality time before she heads back to Chicago tomorrow. She says they go to bed early and she can come back this evening to spend the night with me. I’m more than happy about that, it’s been a couple of years since I’ve spent the whole night with someone in my bed and by my side.

I keep busy during the day by taking care of several small jobs around the house and barn. On a trip to the Farm Supply Company to pick up fertilizer, and then over to the grocery store for needed food items, I could tell the locals were noticing a big grin I can’t seem to wipe from my face. Little do they know the source of that grin stems from what’s below my belt and behind my zipper; a couple of days of major spermletting will do that to a guy. Happy penis, happy man!

Heather texts me saying that she’s having a great day as well. She and her parents are out visiting and doing things around town. Everyone is telling Heather how nice it is to see her, and especially how bright and happy she looks. Happy pussy, happy woman!

It would seem the positive vibes of satisfaction we’re beaming are infectious. Who knew a couple of days of great sex could have such wide-reaching benefits?

Our night together is filled with erotic pleasure, including the exchange and ingestion of our sexual juices.

At breakfast, Heather is wearing my light blue button-down shirt and nothing else. There’s something undeniably sexy when a woman wears your shirt. It’s definitely oversized and comes to just below her ass cheeks, but, wow, it sure shows plenty when she bends over.

Over our fried ham, pineapple slices, and oatmeal, she asks, “Would you like to come to Chicago in a couple of weeks?”

“Sure, that would be awesome!”

“I can show you all the cool spots around the city, we can spend a day at the beach, make any food we want, or eat out ... and have lots of sex!”

“It’s a date! Count me in!”

As we’re putting the dirty dishes in the sink, I pull Heather to me for a long hug; it’s going to be a long two weeks before I see her again.

Reaching under her arms, I lift and sit her up on the countertop. “W-What are you doing?” she laughs in surprise. Without answering, I lift the shirt tails out of the way, part her knees, and dive my face into her luscious pussy in between. “Oh, yesss...” she lolls her head back and moans, “I was hoping you would want some of that before I go.”

I lick, suck, tongue, and nibble my way to giving her a nice leg quivering, body rocking, wet orgasm right here on my kitchen countertop. When she recovers, she yanks me to her, kissing me profusely, paying no mind to the slippery wetness glazing my face.

“We’re not done yet,” she tells me, “I’m having your sweet cream one more time.”

Sitting me in a chair, she yanks my shorts down, drops to her knees, and immediately stuffs my breakfast sausage all the way into her mouth. Talk about a vigorous sucking to ensue, she soon has me ejaculating multiple milky streams. She hungrily takes every drop and savors my flavors for several moments. With a giggle, she swallows. “There, now I can take some of you home with me.”

“Yeah, I guess you can!” I laugh.

Up in the bedroom, she’s gathering her clothes and I find a pair of her panties on the floor. Lifting them to my nose, I enjoy the sweet scents of her pussy. “Can I keep these?” I ask.

She looks over and grins, “Sure!” Reaching down she picks up a pair of my used underwear and presses the frontside to her nose inhaling. “Can I keep these?”

“Sure!”

Two weeks till I can be with Heather again. We video chat on the phone every evening and often set up the cameras aimed between our legs while we touch ourselves. It’s actually kind of fun in its own way, each masturbating while watching the other – although we both miss the warmth, scents, and tastes of each other’s sex.

A week before I’m to drive to Chicago, Heather calls and asks if we can change our plans. A work associate of hers owns a cool beach house on Lake Michigan just north of Benton Harbor. She asks if I would like to spend next weekend there swimming and relaxing instead of going to Chicago. Sounds good to me.

The week passes and the day arrives that I make the drive to the beach house. I find the address and pull into the long brick paved driveway to park; Heather’s car is already here. I grab my duffle bag with a couple of days’ change of clothes and head to the house.

It’s a nice place, a very cozy-looking summer house. It’s not exactly a mansion, but I’m sure it’s not cheap either. As with most beach houses, there are plenty of full-sized windows to view the water. The properties along the shore here are somewhat large so the neighbors aren’t too close. Some lakefront communities are piled on top of one another with hardly any room to move. I wouldn’t like that, I don’t want to look out my kitchen window and feel like I’m also in my neighbor’s bathroom.

The door opens and Heather runs out to greet me. We hug and kiss, and kiss and hug; it’s great to hold her again.

Taking my arm, she excitedly says, “Let me give you a quick tour.” She shows me the patio deck facing the lake with a very inviting hot tub off to one corner, a firepit area surrounded by chairs, then we walk along a path to the sandy beach and watch the waves roll in. I put my hand in the water to see if it’s warm enough to swim, it is. Back in the house, she shows me the living room, dining area, and kitchen.

“How’s the bedroom?” I ask with a wink.

“I saved that for last, but I must blindfold you first and lead you in because it’s a surprise.”

“Okay.” It must be some sort of super bedroom to warrant all this build-up. Heather ties a soft black scarf around my head so I can’t see a thing. Taking my hand, she leads me to the bedroom.

“Okay, behind you is the bed. I want you to sit down and lie back. It’s a great big, huge bed and I want you right smack-dab in the middle. I’ll help you scoot in.” Oh boy, this must be some surprise, I’m giddy with excitement. Once she has my body situated, she tells me, “Lie just like that for a minute and I’ll be right back to take the blindfold off. Okay?”

“Sure thing,” I give a thumbs up.

I can hear her moving around as she’s doing something, but I have no idea what. Maybe she bought some sexy lingerie and she’s putting it on for me? That’s gotta be it.

More movement in the room, then I feel the mattress wiggle a little bit as she climbs up. I can tell it’s a quality mattress because when you move around, it doesn’t shake as much as a typical mattress.

I swear I hear some faint whisperings, but it must be Heather thinking out loud to herself, she does that sometimes. “Okay,” she announces, “I’m almost ready to reveal your surprise, but I need you to remember something first.”

“Okay ... but just so you know, this suspense is killing me!”

“I know, and that’s going to make this all the better, trust me!”

“I don’t doubt you.”

“Think back,” she says, “do you remember when we ran into each other at Lorna’s?”

“Yes, how could I forget?”

“Do you remember everything we talked about?”

“Sure ... I think so.”

“Do you remember when we talked about crazy sex fantasies?”

“Absolutely! That’s why I set up that day for you with my friends.” Why is she quizzing me on this like it happened long ago?

“Yes, you did, and I loved every second of it. But we talked about something else too, do you remember?”

Hmmm ... okay, now I’m stumped. I know we talked about a lot of regular stuff, memories from school, people we knew, she complimented me, I complimented her, I picked up that she might be interested in sex, then we agreed to get together for dinner at my house the next day—

“I can see you’re needing a hint,” she giggles. “Does Metallica and Five Finger Death Punch ring any bells?”

Metallica and Five Finger Death Punch? “Well, they’re two of my favorite bands ... and I’ve always thought it would be awesome to be in a band like that and have— Wait! What? No way!”

“Take off that blindfold, rockstar!” Heather commands.

I pull it off and, along with Heather, there are three gorgeous young women on the bed with me; all of them naked! Oh! My! God!

Heather introduces me to the girls. First, she puts her hand on a petite brunette’s shoulder, “Josh, this is Daisy.” She smiles, winks, and waves at me. The next girl is blonde, “This is Rose.” And finally, the third has long black hair; she looks to be of Asian descent. “And this is Lily.” Wow, all flower names. Even Heather is a flower, a purple flowering plant in Scotland.

They are all so cute, nubile, and hot as hell; sex with any one of them would be an experience to remember - and I’m going to have all four! I must have fallen asleep and am dreaming about the most heavenly flower bed ever! I’m speechless! My eyes are darting from one beautiful girl to the next, to the next, and to the next. Where to start? All these beautiful faces, and boobs, and legs, and pussies – oh, all these delicious-looking pussies!

Understanding my astonishment, Heather continues, “Josh, what you did for me with your friends was so special and unexpected. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was for you to grant my crazy fantasy. I want to do the same for you, but I can’t take all the credit.”

“But ... but, what? ... How?” I stammer.

Heather puts a finger to my lips. “I’ll explain. When I was leaving Standale after my visit, I stopped at Big Woody’s Lumber & Hardware to pick up some coat hooks I needed for my apartment. I was having a hard time finding what I was looking for and a nice stock boy helped me. He looked super familiar, and the funny thing is, he seemed to recognize me as well. So, I asked him if we’d met, and, with the cutest shy smirk, he said, well ... yeah ... kinda. Then it hit me and I remembered the pictures you showed me of your friends that day. It turns out that he’s Will, your friend Ben’s younger brother!”

“Oh, really? He’s a nice kid.”

“Yeah, he is. It was near his break, so he asked if I wanted to have lunch with him. I said sure, I mean, why not, we’ve already had sex,” Heather laughs. “How could I refuse? We walked over to Wings-A-Plenty for some spicy chicken. Will went on and on about how much fun he had that day. He really appreciated how nice I was to him and how I made him feel so special. I told him he is a special guy and to never think otherwise. He’s also extremely thankful that you were so cool with letting him join in with the other guys and said it really helped to build his confidence. Long story short, we both had endless great things to say about you.”