I laughed and said, “maybe he is warm for your form.” She said, “I’m a 50 year old BBW and he is about 30 and sexy as hell, why would he want ...e?” I laughed and said, “maybe you want him.” She laughed and said, “he could be a lotta fun.” Didn’t hear anything about it for a while, but notice she was wearing sexier things to work and showing more cleavage. Over the next month she was coming home late several times and she always said she was stopping for snacks with some of the teachers. At least. I feel you flush, and become red as the bulge in the front of my trousers presses in to your leg.“I’m at work” you whisper, “I can’t”I slide my hand up to your thigh, and stoke the inner flesh.“I want you.” I say, and push the tip of my finger between the moist outer lips of your vagina, softly probing for your swelling clit.In the Diner we can hear please being served, demanding and satisfying their needs.I begin to rotate my finger, as you whisper a moan and lick your lips.“You’re getting. She liked the way he stared at her; she could hear his breathing deepen. She slid off her shoes then her pants.He looked down at her underwear, the last piece of clothing, they were wet.She removed them revealing a small black patch of hair, glistening in the dim light from the window. She stepped up to him and began removing his clothes.As she started to remove his shirt, he reached up and felt her bare breast.She stopped for a minute in order to let him fondle her, as well as to enjoy the. It was three or four index cards held together with a paper clip.He pulled them out and looked at them."Oh, crap," he said.Regan was watching the events going on around her but turned to see what else was troubling her boyfriend. He handed her the cards and she looked at them.She recognized her mother's handwriting across the top - and her father's neater writing below it."Surprise," Rita had written, adding a smiley face at the end. "Here are some prepared remarks if you want to deliver them..