After a while I felt her breathing change and knew that she was asleep. The knuckles of our fingers were still tightly locked together and I could not...pull my hand away without waking her and so I just lay there enjoying being close to her. I awoke with a start about seven-thirty. Maggie was still sound asleep beside me beneath the duvet much as we had been last night when we fell asleep, except, she must have got up at some point during the night because she had fetched another quilt and. Mom had never remarried, and while money was not short for the first few years, eventually living on a fixed income while costs went up, made her go to work. I had been wor¬king part-time since I was fourteen, and Debbie had just found a job at the pizza place.I guess my lack of an answer encouraged Deb to explain more, as she continued talking. "I want to be able to talk about sex with you. I can talk to you about everything else. Mom tries, but her view is just a bit old-fashioned."I nodded,. My friends have been kind to me, and I cannot really claim to have been lonely. In fact, at times I would have valued a little space to come to terms with my loss. What I have missed has not been company, but the physical intimacy that I so often took for granted; the loving cuddling, the touch of his hands, the sound of his voice, and above all his masculine scent. Of course, once a decent period of grieving had passed, my friends went out of their way to introduce me to eligible men of my own. I pulled down my trackie bottoms and my throbbing cock whanged into view again. I put the Brads dirty undies over the end of my cock and wanked rapidly into them. I think I came after only a dozen strokes. Another souvenir of the night for me I thought as I stuffed his pants into my pocket. I looked in some drawers and found some pyjamas then grabbed a flannel from the bathroom and went back downstairs. Brad had taken his soiled Fred Perry shirt off and was stood their in just his silky shorts..