’ She had that look, the one that ends arguments before they start. That look usually says, ‘I’m furious at someone but not you, not yet at leas.... Keep it that way.’ Greg had a neutral look on his face when he came back through the office door. Closing the door behind him seemed to be my mother’s cue to announce, ‘Dessert’s on, for any who want it.’ The cheer in her voice sounded authentic, but I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t going to test it, either. The standard trio of pies presented themselves:. A well cooked meal (yes I am a good cook) in my apartmentwith a bit of music playing and pleasant talk. And after we bothcontentedly sighed and moved into the living room, I got down on one kneeand asked the question.Her expression quickly cycled through several emotions. I could read theexcitement, joy, desire and then finally doubt as she processed myproposal. She didn't say anything for a minute, then another and I feltit dragging on...and somehow I knew she would deny me. Finally. I don't mean to imply here that Debbie was any less strong or talented in the martial arts than June or Mary. In fact, when I had the occasion to spar with Debbie after she started working out with June, she quite easily handled me, a big change since last year. The difference was that Debbie had originally been taught to defend herself, and hadn't been taught to be much of an aggressor. June had been taught competitively, and Mary, well, was quite another story. June was teaching Debbie more. Their wives get to sit inside and offer Ben and Monica to sit at the other. Isabelle & Jene sat with Henry while Ben and Monica sat with John. It was a 45mins drive and it gonna be bumpy Henry told them. The wives were all showing cleavage and in the bumpy area their boobs were bouncing a little. Monica was sitting at the corner thinking John couldn't see her with Ben blocking. She pulled up her skirt bit by bit until her see through panties in out. Ben then pretend to fell asleep on Monica.