“Take Miss Grant home first,” Dad said. “We’re going to a restaurant. I’m sorry, my dear. You’d be welcome to accompany us, but your paren...s would have objections -- deservedly so -- on your first Sunday back from school.” Dad was always appreciative of Marilyn and warm towards her -- the “Miss Grant” until she called him “Jim” excepted. Still, he always treated her as Dad’s guest and him as a stray when they were together. He drove Marilyn home.“Backing in?” Dad asked. Was he going to. Are you alright?’ ‘Hey. I scrapped up my knee pretty bad and my bike’s a mess.’ ‘Well, I have a first aid kit in my truck and we can get your bike back to your car. I’ll carry it for you if you’d like.’ She chuckled and looked up at me, the first glimpse I had of her face. She seemed quite a bit younger than my 48 years, but a pretty smile and brown eyes. Her light hair was tucked up under her helmet. ‘You would need to carry the bike pretty far. I rode from my apartment back in town and don’t. Pushing the stick forward, he eased out of the hangar and carefully kept an eye on the monitors around him. Most of the bright lights of the station were filtered out by the camera lenses, but the screens still had a whitewashed look to them. He struggled to find the marker he was looking for. Finally spotting the T on the screen, he accelerated slowly on the hand-throttle attached to his seat and angled the stick towards the marker. Reaching over to the console, he flicked on the radar and. She was a little on the heavy side but nothing that reduces her sensualness. The best part about her was her lips. It was thick and made a perfect pout. When I first met her, she was wearing a Black top with push ups which made her boobs jump out and she didn’t mind flaunting it. Her ass was perfect and had a very inviting view. I remember thinking of her and helping myself many times.After that meet, I went to the UK for studies and once I got to know my friend has broken up with her. I.