“Kimber McBride. We met at your pool years ago. I was...” Her smile faded. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ... Addison was one of my best fr...ends in middle school.”“Kimber? That Kimber? I remember you.” My mind did a quick calculation. She should be, what, eighteen or nineteen now? “How are you?”Her smile returned. “I’m fine.” She looked me up and down. “You look like you’re doing well, too.”“Looks can deceive.” From behind me, the counter server got my attention, passing me the precooked meal. ”She pulled the bedcovers back, and untied the side of his gown.“Okay, let’s have a look, shall we?” she said, pulling his gown open.With one hand, she guided his prick into the top opening of the jar, holding the handle securely with the other. After some twenty seconds, with no results, she took the jar away.“Do you need some assistance in getting it started?” she asked. “Sometimes the meds they give you make it hard to start.“I’m sorry, Bridgette,” he said. “Maybe I called you in for no. I'll be out to eat something and to help with chores in the morning. I'm on my way to Florida. They are going to have a place for me there when I get out of my truck. They wanted to fly me and my stuff and ship my truck, but I'm driving so I know that I'm moving on. So is it going to be all right to raid the fridge about eight?"I could hear the smile in my wonderful mom's voice as she responded, "Of course, Sal. I'll make sure there are some good leftovers in there just for you. Do what you. She was 37 (ten years older than myself) but quite attractive and intelligent, 5' 3" and 120 lbs. 32C-24-34 vitals, cocoa-brown skin w/ a sweet scent of coconut and vanilla. Cute in the face, she had dots like freckles on her cheeks, and wore her hair short but piled higher on top, w/ a sweep of bangs across her forehead. She also dressed quite well; not too nice as it was a Manufacturing area. She didn't often speak unless spoken to first, and would talk in a direct, but friendly manner. She.