You're a comfortable flirt, you've even been doing it with me right here, despite what happened in the shower this afternoon. But even more alluring t... everyone is that you AREN'T hooking up with anyone. You're friendly, you're nice, and if you just crooked your finger you could get almost any guy in this place to obey your every whim. But you don't. You just kind of glide through this place as if you barely even realize just how much people are staring at you. That's a mystery, and I have to. ’ I know how wrong it is and how bad it makes me look but I cannot help myself, I understand what he needs and I need it too I have to show him how I feel about him even if it is for the last time even though I have to walk away I need to make love to him for the first and last time. I smile through my tears and take his hand leading him into the bedroom, he returns my smile as he begins to peel of my clothes. He removes my top and kisses my shoulders and I can only moan through my tears, he. "Ok honey let's go shopping!" Linda proclaimed."Hey. Frankie didn't say anything about sharing with my girlfriend,"Michelle taunted."Well you at least owe me for the pantyhose you ripped when youfucked me." Linda chuckled and ducked under a second high heel.The two women hit Macy's and Bloomingdale's, buying Michelle a niceevening gown, high heels and costume jewellery to go with it and apile of lingerie. They also bought her some nice daywear asMichelle's small wardrobe currently consisted. "Some people had pretty high opinions of me." She replied."That is true, alpha bitch. Especially me. Get your ass home."Stacy had died two years after her son was born. Her will decreed that her son live with his godmother and her partner (now married legally) as she felt that he would have been better treated there then anywhere else. And he had gotten along with the two other children that the couple had themselves by a posthumous sperm donor named David Findley in his will.It had been pretty.