.. and yours look more than just okay in it.” She shook her head while looking at how much leg the dress showed on Meka, then looked up at her face ...nd said, “But your long legs make up for the slightly-too-large top part. In fact, I’d bet most guys would have a hard time looking away from all that leg. Hell, I’m having a hard time looking away from those legs. Damn, Girl. Those are mighty fine. You might want to think about getting a dress or two like that for yourself.”Meka wrapped her arms. Me: “Margaret, why? Why does stuff like this have to happen to me? I’m hurting inside and I’m tired of being lonely and I want somebody to love me and I want to love her. I’m tired of people looking at my face and thinking maybe I’ve got leprosy or something bad and hating me and they don’t even know me. I met Alex and I thought maybe there was a chance we could love each other and now I don’t know. I just want to leave and never come back. I’m just tired of screwing up everything.”Alex:. She unfolded it and started to pull it over herself, then offered one corner of it to me. "If you're cold too," she said."Yeah, a little, I guess," I whispered.We both scrunched into our seats, kind of but not really facing each other, and she closed her eyes. I sank back into the zoned-but-not-really sleeping state that I'd been in for the last hour.And then I felt her hand on my leg, under the blanket.I looked over at her but her eyes were still closed. There was a faint smile, though. Was. My sex life was great, as were my two son's. I did anything to please them, and they did anything to please me.I had never before seen my two sons so happy. They were so eager, so positive when it came to loving me. They were allways ready to make love with me, and I was more than ready to let them.When awaiting my two sons to come home from school, I put on sexy clothes I knew excited them. I had bought some underwear, which looked very hot on me. But most of the time during their winter.