She snuggled up next to me and buried her face in my shoulder. After a few moments she murmured, "I can't remember how long it's been since anyone sho...ed me any affection."I hugged her a little tighter and was rewarded by a hug in return. "I don't like to see you cry.", I said."I'm sorry; I don't want my troubles to be a bother to you but after this morning I just couldn't help myself. I feel like a widow with a living husband. He's there at the home and I'm here all alone. Usually I do better. " Oh?" You shouldn't be able to see the top of her cups." She glanced at Rose. "Trust me on this. I sell lingerie." Ah, then you would know." Rose canted her head slightly, a small smile on her face. "I do believe you're right. And look at that skirt—VPL alert; Visible Panty Line." Granny panties, too, based on what I can see."Rose hid a smirk with her hand. "I would say you're right." She needs a good bra fitter," Devlin said. "That thing's not providing any support." I bet she doesn't realize. In fact, I wanted nothing more than to forget that image, and to never see myself like that again. That was hardly a revelation to me, but realizing how desperately I wanted to look good as a woman, or even as a sissy, I began to understand the strange dichotomy. Even though the man who trudged into work every day shared the same body as the sissy who pranced around the house every night, they really were two different people. I couldn't get motivated to make him look any better, but I was. After few long minutes we both come up for air. She is beaming. Her body is glowing in morning light and our sex. I push her back on her back and she falls on the pillow and lets out a moan. She like a lioness anticipates what’s to come. I kneel over her and rather than starting from her ears and neck as she might anticipate, i run my fingers over her eyes and signal her to close them. Those eyes can read it all and melt me like ice-cream on hot day. Instead of going to her neck or ear. I head.