Becky’s words there, not mine. I was really bummed out about the overtime project coming to an end, which meant I would not be seeing Becky any more... On the final day, we were talking during a break in the work, and out of the blue Becky suggested we have lunch someday. Good thing she did too, since I was so lame I never would have come up with it. When I said I was low in the self esteem department, it was no exaggeration. I was always shy around new people as it was, but since the divorce I. Once down amongst the small trees he stopped again and undid the button on the waistband of his trousers. He pulled them down over his thighs so that his cock and balls were exposed and stood there rubbing himself. He imagined a woman walking towards him, her blouse undone, smiling as her braless tits swung gently with each step as she approached.Feeling the stirring in his balls he let go of his cock before he got to the point of no return and pulled his trousers back up leaving the flies. Looking at her from behind, I watched her delicately unclip her white bra. She looked over her shoulder towards the camera and slid off the garment. The camera panned down. It focused on Maxine’s fingers as she released the clips of her panties on her hips and slowly pulled the fabric from between her legs. Mike zoomed in and captured her blond curls between her long, slim legs. She slowly turned around. On hands and knees she mounted the red bed under the studio lights. As the camera panned in. "Wow." He seemed awed."So what's next?" she asked. "Are there rules to this sparkin' thing?" Well," he said, "when you're sparkin' somebody you bring 'em home to meet your folks and all that, and the mothers get together and talk about something or other. I don't know what that is, but they always do. An then it works out and you get hitched, or it don't work out and you hate each other from then on." I don't want to hate you, Dub," said Angela, "but I think it's a little premature to be.