“Still, there’s always room for improvement.” Once they were gathered in the kitchen, Margaret asked, “What are your plans for New Year’s?�...Rummaging through the wine cooler for a bottle of white wine, Tommy replied, “I don’t think we’ve given it any thought. Have you Betts?”“I’m afraid my thoughts were all directed toward the wedding and our honeymoon. I’ve given no thought to New Year’s. Is there something you want to do, Margaret?”“If you don’t have any plans, I thought that perhaps I could. I was so mixed up about him that I didn't know what to say."You know that you want it," he suggested, but I could tell by his tone that he wasn't sure of me."I can't," I said in confusion."Why not?" I don't know," I answered meaninglessly."You want to be fucked", he said decisively. "Wait here and I'll get the car," then he added in an authoritative tone, "don't get on the bus."He hurried away, leaving me there with my mind in a turmoil of indecision.The bus pulled into the stop. The door. Then Meli came in the room and handed me a wrapped gift. It was a tube of KY Jelly. I looked at them and said:’“You guys are going to have to hold these for me. No way I can walk out of here with them without my mother wanting to know what’s going on.”Meli smiled and said “I’ll have mine with me when we go out Tuesday.”When it was time to leave Jason walked us to the door. Mom and Ilene went out, but Jason held me back. He gave me a big grin and said:“My real gift to you is the couch in my. We didn't have the same expectations of mature women that we do now.Mrs G was blonde, and starting to grey. She didn't dye her hair like she would nowadays. She was chubby, but this never occured to me. Back then, all women were chubby by their forties. She was busty. I'm a boob man.Mrs G wore clothes that were too tight. Her standard attire was a black skirt and white blouse. Viewed from behind, you could always see the outline of her panties, and then above her skirt, two "muffin bulges" as.