We had a very nice brunch. We spoke about what we like to do in our sparetime, what we do for a living (she's a nurse), and our hobbies. As therestaur...nt emptied at 2pm, we decided to continue in the restaurant'sbar.The conversation was light and pleasant. She told me about her childhoodand college, some of the difficult years when she wore men's clothing butknew she wasn't male, and her siblings accepting her long before herparents did. I talked about my job, being picked last in every gym. I said sure, but before i could reach for the glass, she shoved her tongue inside my mouth. we kissed for a few then, i let my hand wondered down to her pussy. i already knew my kisses had her going because my thighs were already coated with her milk. i gently stroked her clit with my finger, while we continued to kiss. i let two fingers glide inside her, slowly i moved in and out. she begin to rock her pussy back and forth, while i tickled her insides. i added two more fingers and felt her. Not to the exclusion of meats, but we increased the percentage of poultry and even began eating fish. I never quite developed a taste for fish, but Bea said once a week we would pretend to be Catholic and insisted that we eat fish. I was pretty sure that most of my Catholic acquaintances did not abstain from meat on Fridays any longer but our own Free Gospel Church members were often known to bend the rules against dancing and card playing. Perhaps that is a subject for later.Fish once a week. "I went to my 20th anniversary reunion, and I was thinking about you. Remember Mrs. K. from Spanish? She's retired now, but she was there. Then I saw your wife's note in last month's alumni magazine and I knew where you were and I decided to write."Dear god, what is it about high school girlfriends, anyway? There was something authentic, something real there, I knew it. The squirrels in my stomach told me so. It was like walking up to the girl's door on the night of the prom and knowing you're.