...But then again, she thought, my mom is still pretty hot herself. Kelly's mom was in her 40s, but had aged remarkably well. She looked just like a c...ugar version of Kelly, except with larger breasts and dirtier blond hair. She also had bigger, poutier lips and and amazing figure for someone who had given birth to three children. "No," Kelly thought, "Mom could still get any guy she wanted. Even mine!"She started thinking about this, and all of a sudden she had a strong mental image of James. At first we did not talk, except for Cindy asking staff to fill her water glass with the red and top mine off.I was beginning to relax and enjoy myself. Conversation flowed. She told me being the “trophy wife” always garnered unfair comparisons, even though she was his first bride. I told my story about being the outsider that always seemed to come up short in musical chairs. Only a few were openly hostile, but most work mates acted like I didn’t exist. All work and no play.“Sometimes you’re. She was a beautiful young woman, rich dark red/brown hair that reached to her shoulder blades, large brown eyes, small upturned nose, generous mouth that normally smiled readily. Her figure was equally stunning, firm 34b breasts with tiny nipples and huge aureoles, 24 inch waist, and thirty four inch hips, smooth skin, and long shapely legs. The colour of her pubic hair proved that the colour of the hair on her head was completely natural, while her small, shapely, buttocks drew the eye from. I just as usual was roaming on the streets when by coincident I found my math teacher roaming around shops too. Then suddenly an idea flashed into my mind. I bought some flowers from a nearby shop and taking them jumped in front of her. I then presented them to her saying "To my beautiful teacher". She was startled but she did not slap me this time but thanked me instead. She must be in a very jolly mood that day. She then revealed to me that today was her birthday. I then happily wished.