She actually thought it was kind of coolthat he was really a man and called him by his given name instead of"52" which was kind of refreshing."Voila,"...she said when she was finally finished, turning the chair soMark could see himself in the mirror.Jane was right, Angie was a work of art. Her blonde hair had beenfluffed and curled slightly so that it was just full enough to frame herperfect cheekbones. Her bright blue eyes were surrounded by carefullydrawn eyeshadow that brought their color our. So during our texting that afternoon, he suggests we meet up at the mall. So we meet there and he jumps in my car and we start making out hot and heavy and it is all I can do to keep my hands off of him. Jesus I felt like I was 17 again! He seriously has a chest like no other and he was so damn hot! So we are literally steaming the car up and things continue to move along and pretty soon I have his cock in my mouth! Yep, I did it! At the time the only thing I was thinking was I’m totally. I tried to figure out why she said that. It was consistent with having checked me out thoroughly, but she'd already made that point. Her observation was in response, in argument really, to my assertion that I didn't have the looks to be a Val. I was very happy to allow one conclusion, I could reasonably upgrade my self-image to one of having a cute ass. Although I liked that, it didn't negate my assertion, "Elizabeth, I frankly don't understand. I simply do not look like a Val." Our computer. “Maybe tomorrow, now get to bed” she said with a wink.It’s what’s underneath that countsThe following day I got back from work to an empty house. I rang mum on her mobile and she said she’d been shopping and was on her way back. She asked me to put something in the oven for dinner. I popped open a bottle of wine and put a lasagne in the oven. Mum walked in just as the food was ready. “Great timing, mum”, I said as I poured her a glass of wine. She ran upstairs to put her shopping away and came.