I’m surprised to see Kevin at the table with Deana sitting on the other side ignoring him.I see the new guy walk in with Marty as they sit at the Bu...ly table. Then someone catches my eye as I see Imelda, sitting alone at a corner table. I get up, walk over to her, and sit beside her.“Hi Imelda,” I’m George, I introduce as she looks surprised. “You’re in my first class with me.” She stares at me shyly giving me a nervous smile. “Would you like to sit with my friends and me,” I ask pointing at. He hasn't spoke to me since he found out that we were an item which is getting on for three months now and since Eddy moved in with me he's been putting Eddy through hell. I knew I had to do something.So when we both finished, I told Eddy that "we need to talk later is that ok?" "Sure, about what?" He answered me with a puzzled look on his face."It's about my Dad silly; we can't go on like this" We passed my Dad on the way back to my trailer he looked at Eddy and asked him where he was going,. The satin-like nightie, coming down to just above her knees accentuated her figure, her shapely legs, trim waist, full breasts unhindered by a bra, her nipples faintly prominent through the lime green material.She cupped her breasts and lifted and squeezed them. Yes, they weren’t as perky as when she was a young woman, but she had breastfed two children. Her thumbs and forefingers squeezed her nipples and she felt them harden. She stood, legs slightly apart, cupping her breasts, her head high. ”“How many girls have you ... done it with?” she asked.“You don’t want to know,” he said.“Yes I do.”“No, you don’t,” he said firmly.“What are you ... some kind of stud?” She laughed.He only smiled. “Trust me, with the right guy, you’ll have a good time. Why are you in a hurry anyway?”“I’m not in a hurry,” she said. “It’s just that when you don’t do that with a guy, he loses interest.”“That’s not true either,” said Bobby. “I have a friend. She’s one of my best friends and we’ve never done.