That picture was made back a few years ago when she was younger, and her ma was alive. She now lives west of here in Silver Lake, over in Shawnee Coun...y. She’s married to an Englishman and they have two little girls. I’ve never been there, but she keeps writing me letters and telling me to come see her and the girls. I been meaning to, I just never seem to find time to get away... “ ... Joss, you ought to go over there and hire on. Ruby wrote me not long ago and told me they were in need of. The lady was overjoyed to run into a fellow Francophone at Carleton University. Apparently, Halima applied to the University of Ottawa and didn’t get in, so she came to Carleton. I grinned at her when she said that. Why doesn’t that surprise me? Yup, for a lot of people in Canada’s Capital region, Carleton is also known as last chance university. Halima Khan definitely chose well. I smiled at her and told Halima that I was happy she chose Carleton University over the University of Ottawa.. "I shot my load at the same time. I couldn't believe that I just helped a guy shoot his load."We should really try this in person." he said with a little laugh.I agreed. I was ready now. Feeling his lust and hearing him cum made me eager to go further. We arranged a meeting for two days later. He wanted to meet me in his van in a secluded spot.We met early in the morning and I found his van and pulled up next to him. I got inside and was sitting next to him. This reminded me of my college days. That skin sloped down to two cantaloupe sized orbs that hung there on her chest. Other breasts push the skin away from the chest, but this wasn’t like that. They didn’t sag, exactly. That’s not the right word for it. But you could hold both of them in your hands, and make them wobble up and down, or back and forth. You could make them bang into each other, and lift them up. If you did that, and just let them go, they’d fall, bounce, and hang there.I heard later about what women call “the pencil.