I can tell she's pretty drunk and i ask her if she knew what she was doin. she said hell yeah i do! i say ok no regrets right! she said no. so we co...tinue to dance until last call. she then asks me if i drove there i said yeah i did knowin whats comin next. she asks for a ride home which i am happy to do ccause i know somethin good will come out of it. we get to her house and sit on the couch still smokin and drinkin. then she stands up in front of me and bends over. thats short dress. It definitely wasn’t the Phoebe that had just called to reschedule because of a sick child. This Phoebe didn’t look like she had had one baby much less three. This Phoebe looked like she had just walked out of the year 1992 right into the diner on present day. There were the round cheeks. The freckles and the full blue eyes that seemed to light up the room whenever she walked in. The blond hair was there also. The blond hair that Evan had so loved running his fingers through when they were. After showering, I got dressed and found her sitting at my kitchen table. I found a legal note pad on my desk and sat across from her. I said, “Now, for the hard part, your evaluation.”I could see her tense up, but I went ahead with my report. I took the pad and made two columns. I labeled one column ‘good points’ and the other ‘needs work’. Patting her hand, I asked her which she wanted to do first. She swallowed and said, “The good points, please.”We discussed each point as it came up, and I. Sandra, being the obvious girl she was merely walked over andlowered her dripping vagina onto Marianne's meat with a smile on herface."Oh, that's good. That's amazing!" As she began riding Marianne hergirlish moans increased more and more, her breasts flopping about wildly.Marianne at one point just put her hand over her mouth and motioned herto stop."Hold on, and be quiet." Marianne pushed her off for a moment and reachedin her desk."What, what did I do?" Get over here." Yeah, yeah, okay.