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The following Monday, I drove to Franklin High School where I'd taught for more years than I cared to remember. In the library I asked the librarian if she happen to have a copy of the 1990 Yearbook.

"Oh sure, Bill, we keep all of them, going back to 1902."

It didn't take long to find those three girls. Damn, they were beautiful girls and over the weekend I discovered that they'd become gorgeous mature women. To be honest, I didn't remember anything about them. Too many students; too many years.

Over the next two years, I didn't date, I didn't think about those women nor did I remember their names.

One day, I was in line at the CVS in Fairport. "Mr. Isaacson?"

"Yes?" I turned around. The woman standing behind me was vaguely familiar.

"I'm Kendra Jarvis. I hope . . ."

Then it dawned on me. "Of course." I'm sure my eyes lit up. I didn't say it, but I was thinking it, the woman who gave that great blowjob.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I live in Fairport. I've lived here for over thirty years. What about you?"

"I moved here after my divorce. I'm surprised we haven't run into each other. Except for the reunion that is," she smiled. "Mr. Isaacson, can I invite you to dinner? I'll cook or we can go out."

"Kendra, are you asking me out on a date?"

"I suppose I am. I haven't had a date in a dog's age."

"Me neither. I wouldn't even know how to act. How about someplace low key, maybe Al's Place?" Al's was a Fairport institution; a burger, fries and beer place. I surprised myself by even agreeing to go out with her. Subconsciously I must have been thinking of that blowjob.

"That's a good idea, I like Al's."

"Sounds perfect, why don't we meet there at 7?" I suggested.

"Mr. Isaacson, if a guy's going to date me, the least he could do is pick me up," she smiled, took a pad and pen from her bag and wrote down her address. "7 PM."

If you don't recall, Kendra was about 5' 11" tall, wide shoulders, long legs, big ass, and the top she was wearing at the reunion, showed off big, very big tits. They were still hard to hide. Oh yeah, and as I said, she gave a great blowjob.

"See you then."

I wore jeans and an old Motley Crue tee shirt. That's kind of how everyone dressed at Al's. When I picked up Kendra she was dressed similar: jeans and a Key West tee shirt. I was certain that over the years, she'd tried to find various ways to hide them, but it was impossible. It was her tits I was talking about.

We chatted about mundane things. I admitted that after that 20th reunion, I'd gone to the high school and looked through the yearbook. "Perusing that yearbook, brought back some memories," we laughed and joked about some; some I didn't remember.

"Mr. Isaacson, my mother insisted I go out for the cheerleading team. I hated it."

"I remember seeing your picture in your cheerleading outfit in the yearbook. You were cute, not that you're not attractive now. What didn't you like?"

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