She sported healthy C-cups. Her body was what swimsuits were made for! Full-breasted, thin waisted, and an ass that could be simply described as perfe...tion! She was 22. She had had opportunities to date Black men but all the brothas that stepped to her were the stereotypical hip-hop, baggy jeans types with no type of intelligent conversation. They, of course, always complimented her on the size and shape of her tits and ass. She still lived at home with her parents and there was NO WAY her. All I could picturize was the sine wave which I just saw. The class got finished and the next class started. I dropped my pen again but this time it was on purpose and lifted her skirt again. But this time I thought I would go to the next step and poked her with the pen. She jumped a little didn’t know how to react. I got back to the seat at once. Neelima understood what I just did and turned back. There was a look on her face which meant “Finally you did something interesting”. I got under the. I'm his fiancée. I just happen to have the same surname. Hang on a mo."She handed the telephone to Christopher. "Sorry, I didn't ask her name."He took it with a smile. "Hello?" Chris, it's Jenny. I didn't know you were engaged." Hi, Jenny! Yes. One week in about two hours' time." Is she the one you were going out with before me?" Yes." Well, it's good to hear you're back together and congratulations." Thanks." I only rang to thank you for all you did for us and to tell you that Bea and I are. T.M.I.” Janice said and paused before asking her next question. “When did he last…with you…..if you….”“This morning.”“The little sod. He said he had a study period.”“Oh he studied all right. Hard! In fact very hard indeed.”“Carol! That’s my son!”“Lucky you! You probably get it for free.”“I don’t get it at ALL! He’s MY SON!”“So what?”“So?…it’s…well….it’s i*****l isn’t it?”“Probably! If you get caught!”“Carol!”“Come on, Jan. If he’s not giving you a seeing to, who is?”“No-one,” Janice.