" Why the hell not? I know Connie wants to, don't you like her?" I like her okay, but I'm not good enough for her Barb. I'm not really good enough for... you either, but somehow I knew that you weren't serious. I'm afraid that Connie might be." Damn right she is serious; that girl needs a good man, and you look to be the best choice for her Ken. Think about it; everyone can see that you two are right for each other, and sometimes the majority can be correct. You and she should try to forge a. But we had planned this and there was much to do before I would get my wish. Patience was required."Where's Melissa?" I asked."Oh God.. She's so fuckin' nervous.. I had to send her to the bar for some Dutch courage.. She'll be Ok after a few though." Jasmine replied, "Besides I need her out of the way so we can talk about how this is going to go.. you know, just a recap."I took the seat on the other side of the low table."And how many have you had?" I asked, eyeing the glass she held."First. She had on a two piece outfit in with she had untied the top as not to leave any tan line. Jean’s body looked a lot younger than a woman being in her late thirties.I stopped the mower and headed off to the garage to retrieve the gas can to refill the mower. As I passed a window I saw Jean get up with her bra in her hand, garb the blanket and go into the house. I Got a glimpse of Jean’s breasts bouncing freely as she walked. I returned with the gas can and filled the mower and resumed. Phillips, my math teacher, was leering at me." Can I watch?" said the younger girl, her outsized jugs bobbling as she stood and hooked her bookbag to one shoulder. Billy was sure she was carrying a pair of 36C's on a tomboy body."Sure," Billy said, "if it's OK with your sister." Go along," the woman said, shooing them out of the kitchen. "Have fun." Have you been bonking mom?" asked Lessa with a smile. "She looks awful happy about something." None of your business," the boy said. "Come on."The.