That should be good for a couple of laughs."Sure, why not and hey The Waffle house has a nice fruit bowl," she replied."So how much weight you lost no...?" I asked."Thirty five pounds only fifteen more to go," she said. "I won't be as skinny as you, but I could never be that skinny unless I checked into the hotel Dachau for the summer," Osborn said with a laugh.My Phone went off playing some stupid ring tone. I held up my hand to Osborn. She stopped beside me. I listened to Mrs West, who was on. She was mother of 2, both her daughters were in some posh school in Bangalore only and her husband was a AVP of a very big MNC. I also used to work for a MNC and after my shift, would work as a Personal YOGA Trainer and Massage Therapist, which is my full time Profession now. So on the date of our meeting I called her after my shift to get direction to reach her place and dint get any answer, which made me think it must be one of those calls where people are not serious about these kind of. School would be out in just 2 weeks. Unchaining the dirt bike from his rack (yep—him), I put my go cup in the back pack and sling it over my shoulder. Mounting the bike, just two kicks and it fires right up. I grin as I rev the engine a few times. Already my dick n balls start stirring. I blast out of the garage like it was a tunnel—fantasizing to myself of getting the 'holeshot up the middle' That's motocross talk. I plan to ride in some contests this summer—so we'll see how that goes. . ”“Can we video during this trip?”“No. We’re not setting up videoconferencing systems,” I replied. “Just computer databases.”“I’m going to miss you!”“And I’ll miss you, too!”“Will we be able to cuddle tomorrow?”“Yes, but you’ll need to be up by 5:45am so we can have ten minutes of cuddling before I leave.”“I’ll set my alarm,” Birgit declared firmly.“I’m done,” I said. “Let’s go find your mom.”She got up from the loveseat and we went downstairs.“Mom One, this is Libby,” I said when we walked into.