This was always a weird stop for me. The pharmacist's area was lockedoff at the back of the store behind glass doors and windows behind acounter where... he worked - and what he always insisted on was that Icrawl down the aisle out of sight of the people in the store and gounder the front counter. The pharmacist would only give me a weeksworth of Premarin, Progesterone, and the anti-androgen I was presentlytaking at a time so he'd be guaranteed weekly blowjobs, and what healways wanted was to. Her dress hiked up above the top of her nylons exposing the suspender fasteners as well as her concealed she-cock. They both instinctively reached under the table and lightly d**g their nails along the other’s thigh with the end point being the other’s she-cock. Cortney felt CiCi’s soft she-cock start to harden within her diaphanous panties. CiCi found that Cortney’s shaft also was starting to grow under the caress of CiCi’s fingernails but was constrained by the tape holding it tight into. My hands encountered her bra and I undid her hook. The temperature started rising , the passion was rising and a fire was getting lit in both of us. After a few minutes we both stopped , I looked into her eyes and I could only see desire and a deep need for sex. I kissed her on her forehead , cheeks , neck and slowly moved towards her lips. I was not sure how this would turn out. I desperately wanted to have sex with Pamela but never mustered up the courage and I had waited for 15 long years. As my vision cleared some more I could tell that someone, probably the person that helped me on the beach, and the person that kept shooting me with the damn sleeping darts, lived here. There was a damn comfortable looking bed, some sort of fire pit with a cooking tripod over it. But I wondered why the person didn't just stay at the compound I'd seen earlier, then it hit me, they had been a prisoner at the compound so of course they wouldn't stay there.I heard a noise turned and couldn't.