This was becoming a running theme today, Shit, Eileen, I aint a fuckin ghost, Malcolm said, extending his hand down to me. I stubbornly slapped it awa...y and shakily stood on my own, What are you doing here, Malcolm? I asked exasperatedly. I was going to my car, but then I saw you and I wanted to watch you run, He explained with a grin. Oh, shut up, malcolm, you cant drive, youre a freshman, same as me, I snapped at him. Sure I can, He laughed, Just not legally. Youre unbelievable… I sighed. My mother is a bit shorter than me she stands at 1.70m, sexy lean long legs, a very curvy frame with ample breasts, I’m not so clued up with bra sizes but her breast were big as paw paw, as I could see them peeking out on the sides of her back while rubbing the towel in her black silky long wavy hear. They still have shape and the curve as if she was still in her teens, she was 45 then – time and gravity has been kind to her I guess, she was still firm after all these years! Just when I thought. "Bob said that you are interested in a runway and needed some guidance. We can help you with that; we have downloaded all the earth data charts for the area and have the test pattern ready to go," he replied. He turned around, "Mark each bore with the GPS numbers on the charts you have. Let's get started." Bob implied that you have an office close by that we might be able to use to correlate the data," Kathy added. "Are there any motels close by where we can spend the night? That would save six. Nice, he thought. She was standing with her back to him, her back mostly laid bare. White fabric hugged the sides of her upper torso before meeting over the small of her back and falling over a luscious ass. Her hair was long, almost too long, a cascade of wavy black silk contrasting against her dress. He idly wondered what she looked like from the front. As if she heard his wish, she suddenly turned in profile to laugh at something her companion was saying. Large luminous eyes, probably.