Dad was stating the obvious – MARTA was playing catchup and was so far behind it may never happen. At least these proposals sounded sufficiently amb...tious – whether they would ever bear fruit is a different matter.I hoped so. You can often SEE the poor air quality in Los Angeles; I’d hate for my hometown to get that bad. Without major improvements in public transit, it might be headed that way sooner than predicted.While Dad and I had been discussing MARTA, the kids had cleared their plates to. .." Her voice just stopped as recognitiondawned on her face. "You were at her funeral, weren't you?"Sarah sighed, "April's? Yes... I was there... She was a sorority sisterof mine... I'm Sarah, I'm so sorry for your loss Mr. and Mrs.Richardson..." Her voice started cracking, so she cleared her throatattempting to hide her emotions. "I'm sorry but I'm running late forsomething, is there something I can do for you?" She asked, no longerbeing able to mask her frustration.Joan gasped, as she looked. They felt soft and wonderful in my hands, like tiny, cuddly orbs. I must have looked like a little girl on Christmas morning."You're sparkling," she said with flashing eyes."I'm so excited. I've never done this to a girl and you're so pretty." Suck on my nipples. I like it."Down my head went until her tiny, hard nipple was in between my lips. I swirled my tongue across it, feeling it grow in my mouth. She sighed appreciatively. Her skin was smooth and slightly salty. It shined with my saliva as. ”“But you knew she was working in London. Why didn’t you tell me?”“I only knew last night. This email was the first I knew about it. I thought she was in Vancouver, and asked for her address to send her a wedding invitation. I got the shock of my life when she sent the London address. I’ve told you now as soon as I knew. Now will you get off your backside and get a train to London and see her. Go on!”“But the office?”“Aidan, we can cope! Go!“He leaned over and kissed her soundly, and drove back.