He turned his bike and hopped it up onto the sidewalk and stopped in front of the cosmopolitan couple, blocking their path. “I hear you’re interes...ed in meteors.”“Capital.” Mark exchanged a quick look with his wife and then offered Patrick a broad smile. “How can we be of service, young man?”“Well, I’m interested too. Name’s Patrick Lannit.” Patrick stuck out his hand. This sort of introduction really was out of character. It felt good. A welcome change.“Mark and Donna Farmer.” Mark shook. No more am I the truffula tree Heather had dubbed me the first time I walked into the lunchroom, and more than a little of that improvement I owe to her.From my boobs my gaze slipped down to what would have been six-pack abs but for my swimmer's adipose layer. From there I moved on to the sensuously waxed curves of my labes. As in most things in my life it is all or nothing at all, so I am bare-naked bald down there. Not even a landing strip. After my first shave, with Heather's guidance I went. He looked up at our arrival and gave a lazy smile. ‘Well, look who’s here,’ he said. His gaze dropped to my chest. ‘Nice rack,’ he added. Then the bastard smirked. Grrrrrrrr. I glanced around…there was nobody near by. It was time to get this over with. I reached down and grabbed the bottom hem of my tank top. I took a breath, then pulled my top up over my rounded boobs. My nipples hardened from the cool night air. My cheeks were bright red, but I continued holding my top up, keeping my breasts. By comparison, to my ex wife oral sex meant talking about it.Besides her hot body and her exuberance under the sheets, the thing that I found most attractive about Joyce was her long hair. She wore it straight down nearly to her waist. When she was naked it flowed down past her shoulders and if she moved just right you could see her perky young nipples poking through her shiny blonde strands. I loved the way her hair engulfed my whole head and teased my face when she bent over to kiss me while.