.. but could I sit down and talk with you for a minute?”I put the remains of my brisket sandwich down and took off my sunglasses so she could see my...eyes. Mom taught me many years ago that was only polite. I did it automatically these days.“I don’t hate you, Faye,” I said quietly. Her friends were sitting were close enough to hear if I spoke loudly, but I didn’t think anything Faye and I had to say to each other was any of their business.“I hate some of the things you’ve done,” I continued.. It was fine for me, but Bob was well over 6ft. I admit it had been a while since I’d been that close to a man that wasn’t one of my best friends or a relative. It was nice to feel the warmth of someone so close. Who ever had been looking for me had moved on so Bob started up a conversation. “You guys do this often?”“Sometimes, it’s fun to pretend we’re k**s again.”“How old are you anyway?”I looked him dead in the eyes and asked, “How old do you think I am?” “Well I know you’re older than you. " Love you Darling, and thank you." I said."I love you too Uncle John, and thank you for the remote experience. And please, please say yes. I want you to teach me like Aunt Misty has been this weekend. Please?" Jeannie said with a quiver in her voice as another burst of vibrations obviously started to move the toy inside her."I will think about it for sure," John said and with that he ended our call. Jeannie and I had enough time to finish our champagne and freshen our lipstick before we. I of course denied this but it was obvious that I still wanted Evelyn. That evening we met up as planned although Evelyn was alone. She made an excuse for her husband, stating he felt unwell and was having an early night. I was well pleased as I had never liked her dick head of a husband. Evelyn herself looked stunning in a flimsy white cotton shirt with no bra , a very short denim skirt and wedged sandals. It was clear her tits were as full and firm as when she was a teen. That being the last.