The weed came free without warning, throwing the two backwards. Mrs. French landed on top of Sandy, her soft blonde hair falling in his face. Mrs. Fre...ch lay there a moment, then turned over, still lying on Sandy. Her crotch was pressed against his, rocking lightly as the Device continued to fire. Her nipples appeared as hard solid points on her T-shirt, just begging to be pinched. "Are you all right?" Mrs. French asked, looking down at him with a combination of concern and desire in her eyes.. Andrew, is that his name?"Be there, at her wedding, only this time to another man. Another man? Ha!This time to a man! At first it seemed like a nutty idea to invite me, butthe more I thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. Suddenly, Ibegan to see how attending Wendy's wedding to Tim might actually be apositive, uplifting, and ultimately healing experience. Perhaps, I beganto think, it was just the sort of closure we both needed.{She was looking into my lap}, I noticed, with a. "It's just his frigging car. It's not like it's a baby and he got custody of it."Seeing my reaction it was her turn to ask. "What?" she asked."Den loves Mustangs," I told her. "He didn't have this one when we parted, so it's kind of like checking out his new love." Two things," she said quickly. "Number one, it's a tiny ass car with a great big motor that makes a lot of noise. The gas mileage is shitty. These cars are designed for two purposes. The first is to go fast and show off for other. The next evening she met me in town at a off the mainstream diner, She was dressed in a mid thigh skirt and silky blouse which I could clearly see she wore no bra We sat in a back corner booth and caught up on the past two plus years. I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts throughout dinner, She dropped her fork and I bent down to get it from beneath the table as I looked at her legs she spread her thighs and I saw she had no panties on either, Her bald pussy lips glistened with her arousal..