That was exactly what Christine wanted to scream at him at this very moment. Instead she just gave him a blank stare. ‘Chris, are even listening to ...e?’ John asked. ‘Yeah, I am listening to you. It does not mean that I believe what you are telling me.’ ‘Why?’ ‘John, you have told me so many times that you were going to stop seeing Erica. You promised you would break it off then two weeks later I hear from our friends that she was at your house again. This time you have to choose it is either me. Their mom, Nyoman, was Hindi Animist Catholic ... no harder to believe than Voudun CatholicFelix Sanchez was German, Scotch-Irish, a little bit of Italian and lot of Catalonian Spanish. He was European ... not Mexican. His ancestors fought Mexicans to free Texas. Europeans who lived in Spanish Texas were called Texians or Texicans. Today, a Texican is a second generation Texan. The girls were Texicans ... a Texican father and a Balinese mother. (Although, I'd argue the point ... they weren't. Nice to meet u. Please …. Call me Fiona.”The original glance did make Zara a little awkward but that soon vanished once Ms. Winters had actually started talking. As Zara had thought, she was actually nice. They spoke for about an hour after class. Really hitting it off. As it turned out Ms. Fiona Winters was actually a robotics engineer who had been working on futuristic machines since she had left college. Oh and she was 45! A very handsome 45!One day after class Ms. Winters asked Zara if she. I watch as you pull your shoulders together, letting the straps fall down your arms. The cups are held in place by your biceps and as you lower your arms to your sides, the bra falls to the floor. I stare, as your breasts are just as lovely as what I had initially imagined. They are not overwhelmingly big, nor small, but they fit your frame exactly. I instinctively pull you close, feeling your hard nipples poking into my chest. I reach behind you and grab your pantied ass, pulling you closer.