" Coach smiled and chuckled " ... or Temple. I could give Coach Golden a call. We've been friends for decades, since he played here and I was a young ...grad assistant." That would work," I agreed quickly. Coach picked up the phone and dialed."This is Robert Burton calling for Al Golden," Coach said after a few seconds. He waited about twenty seconds before continuing. "Hey Al, it's Bob, how are you doing?" Coach waited a bit for Coach Golden to answer."I'm sitting here with one of my seniors,. “Take me there! Now, Jack!”Without breaking our embrace we moved closer to a blue light room. Another three of four steps and the door would open and we would be totally alone inside, free to consummate our new relationship.I softly touched her breasts, caressing them, squeezing and fondling them. So soft and round yet firm enough to mimic a young woman’s. Karen moaned which encouraged my fingers to gently rub then pull on the sweetest nipples ever. I loved the eraser sized tips with the puffy. . I now understood not only why normal frying pans had sloping sides, but also why they sold portable camping stoves with two burners.We wandered back over to the camp shop just after eleven to find a little blue Bedford van, which turned out to be the mobile butcher. A small hand-written sign propped against the back door told us that he’d be at Trevedra on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. There was a small queue of other campers buying from him; we exchanged greetings with a few of them. “We just thought you might like to be aware,” added his wife, “that in fact you’re not the only family in this county with an obviously unconventional domestic arrangement.”“Not at all,” he agreed, “in fact, I could name at least ten other households just inside the town alone that have rather complicated sleeping arrangements. Another ten, at least, including other outlying rancher families.”“At least ... and there hasn’t been a stoning, lynching or barn burning yet,” she emphasized, reaching.