I take a frozen lunch back to work with me (320 calories,max) and eat it at my desk. I struggle to concentrate on work. I rub mystocking clad legs tog...ther in ecstasy. Add that to the plug that'sstretching my pussy and the hard steel cage that keeps my clitty fromexpanding, and it's little wonder that I spend most afternoons in sexualfrustration.If that's not enough, I repeat another sissy mantra while I struggle todo the numbers on my computer. This mantra changes each week, but italways. I told him I would feel uncomfortable doing that. He said actually watching me look at them had made him sort of turned on. He said if you want to we will both get off to them. I am not gay and he had always been very straight so I was surprised but he said it would just be innocent fun. I was actually a little hard from what I had seen so I told him I would if he would. He said “ I think we should strip”. We had seen each other naked before so it was no big deal. We undressed and he handed me. His young cock was even larger than my husband's.There was a knock on the door. I nearly threw my phone across the room. My Hargass, the principle, stuck his head in. After I tucked my phone into my purse I smiled and said, ”Hello, Larry.””Hi, Karen,” he returned, ”How are you today?””I'm doing fine,” I answered, ”What can I do for you?””Just wanted to let you know that we are going to turn school out at noon today,” he announced, ”We had an excellent review by the education commission and we. ’ Karen drew in another breath. She had found out about Tommy’s death a year after the accident. He had been on his way home when a truck merged into his lane at too high a speed, pushing Tommy forward and into the median. He had died from his injuries on what had been Karen’s wedding anniversary. Dad had forwarded Joan’s letter with the poems to Karen and she was never sure how,or if, she should respond. Joan’s letter had brought back those old feelings of embarrassment at Tommy’s rejection.