It was really posh. It had three bedrooms.The other half of the semi-detached house had a widow living there. Her husband had been killed in North Afr...ca by the Germans in 1941, and she didn't have any children. Her name was Rose, and she and my Aunt Lizzie were great friends. While I was with Uncle Reg she even stayed with Rose for two or three nights because she said that Rose was still weepy about her dead husband, and Aunt Lizzie would be a friend for her and comfort her. They must have. We had a great time and dated occasionally for the rest of the year. When summer break came Cathy went back to her home and I took some summer classes. That year one of the classes was on equity management and investing. I found my major.As we had not mentioned exclusivity before, we had not kept in touch during the summer. When the fall semester came, I did not have Cathy in any of my classes and had not seen her on the campus.I finally decided to call her. I called the cell number she had. Squinting as their eyes adjusted to the bright light reflecting off the windows of the adjacent buildings, Miss Driscoll and Molly noticed the pupils beginning to move towards them. They made towards the centre of the playground, where a small patch of grass stood as an island of greenery in a sea of drab, cracked tarmac that was long overdue relaying.The grass, where pupils would often while away their breaktimes reading magazines and gossiping, lay empty. The teacher pulled Molly into its. A couple months go by and we finally break up. I was sad for a little bit as I had feelings for the girl but a part of me was a little excited. I would finally get to try something I had wanted for a couple of years. My heart would pound out of chest. My body would be so excited I started to shake and have shivers. At this time I was 22 years old. 5'8 about 145-150 pounds. I was thin but had a nice tone to me. My best feature was by far my ass. It was a nice plump bubble butt that I could.