I think she sensed it and took out another nice nighty, a red one and said "here Rose, try this on...I'd like to see how it looks on someo...e else, it should fit you." I slipped it on in front of her, not feeling self-conscious anymore and "woooo it feels soooo sexy." I said. I looked at myself in the mirror and said with two thumbs up using a wise guy tone of voice, "Hey! I would fuck that!" "Ya" Cindy said "I'd fuck that to," and we both broke out. . the fashion was for old jeans style shorts cut, I was wearing the older ones and shortened by the multiple washes since I risked them smear with oil or mud. After other looks I was sure, she saw something, I quickly understood that a part of testicle appeared through the yawning of my shorts. I told myself pretty quickly that the interest wasn't just me for her breasts, maybe she could be interested in my cock. This idea made my penis swell a little, I felt it wake up, I could not let go of. She knew what love was, what it felt like to love a man and how it felt to lose him. She remembered what he'd said that last morning, how he'd kissed her; how the sun had lit his face as he smiled, promising he'd be back. She remembered the police, how the sun seemed to dim as they told her the stock phrases. They were sorry for her loss.Since that time, Valentine's Day had passed unheralded, unheeded and uncelebrated. She knew she was the office joke — fully forty and never been fucked, that's. ?I guess you just likepeople?s feet, I can see why you?d like mine, they?re pretty, but I?d neverhave guessed you were one. You?ve always been so bitchy to me, acting above meand bossing me around. I only put up with it so I could stay in the populargroup but I haven?t really liked you for a long time. It?s all ok now though,this little revelation changes everything.? I was surprised at how relentlessshe was being, I never knew that she didn?t like me. Yes, I had been a bit of abitch to her,.