I was thinking all day of how handsome you looked in the suit and so I stopped at the mall and picked it up for you on the way home. I hope you like i....’ I looked at the suit and then back at the note it was signed, ‘Your Best Girl, Sarah’ Below the signature was a P.S., it read, ‘I also got a shirt for you, I hope you like it too.’ I took the suit out of the closet and pulled the plastic off of it. Then I unwrapped the shirt and lay it out on the bed. I pulled the trousers on and they fit. It seemed so long ago now to the young eighteen year old girl called Selena by most and bitch behind her back by certain female poor souls that envied her good looks. It was hard to think back on that long-ago time when she followed her wide-eyed sister Clementine up high into the mountains to join the mail-order bride customer who had agreed to allow the younger sister to accompany the new twenty year old prospective spouse into the high country.Selena was only seven when she made that first. Umm. Yes, sir. I mean, no. No, sir."He tilted his head to the side slightly, as if he were humoring her. "Well which is it? Is there or isn't there?" By the way he asked, it was as if he already knew the answer."What I mean sir is that yes, there is. But no, it's not something I should share with you," she said while squirming in the stool. Unhooking her legs from the legs of the stool she made to stand up but her boss shook his head and pointed back at the stool. She tried to find another. I smelled the boxers and I could feel Jamal’s scent right away and I breathed deeply. I felt a bitter taste as I licked it.Then I stuck my face and sensed his odor, his sweat and semen…I carried that boxer to my bedroom and dropped my blue jeans down. Then I found my tiny thong was soaking wet. I slipped it off and lapped my own fluids with my tongue.Then I reclined on the bed and took Jamal’s boxers in my hand. I slipped it up and down my pussy lips and I began masturbating.I thought about.