Guess who is there ahead of me? Right. The staring lady! She turns around and starts staring at me again. So I start playing with my phone because at ...his point it’s getting weird. Super uncomfortable!Finally, she says “I want to apologise for staring at you, but you look just like my son who passed away”. I thought to myself ‘Oh it makes sense now’. I felt kind of bad for thinking she was a weirdo and said “Sorry for your loss”. She says “Thank you ... but I have a favour to ask. I know it’s. ”“Oh not every time Pete. You had your hands on my boobs on more than one occasion, but she ignored that.”“Oh, that is just like Pete! Whenever we cuddle to sleep, it is like instinct his hands go to my boobies. At least you have more than I do.”“Oh, I was about the same size then as you are now Linda. It was not until about the time that Pete moved that I finally moved up to a C cup.”“Well, once the grief was done we settled into more of a regular dating pattern. We had moved to what, 2nd base. " Ihopped off the platform and went with Lynn back to the dressing room.A couple of minutes later I was back on the pedestal looking in themirrors once again. I actually looked kind of cute in this dress too. Iheard Lynn saying, "Wow Jilly you look really cute in that dress too."Just then the sales lady came back carrying the dress she went for. Ilooked over and saw that the dress was lavender in color, with lot of bowsand lace. Plus, I notice she was also carrying what looked like somefrilly. I want YOU. YOU. You silently chuckle at my emptiness and visible distress.You stand up and walk away only to return with my favourite glass dildoYou hold it out for me to take, but I refuse. I want you to do it. I want you to do me because I prefer it that way and because, as perverted as we are or not, I’ve never done that in front of you. You shake your head and hold it till I have no choice but to take it.The coldness of the glass and its girth opens my labia as I move the dildo in and out.