She was dressed in a green bra, with matching knickers, and suspender belt. The knickers were cut high, and she knew her bum looked good in them. Phil...��s gazed followed her as she crossed the room. He could see the butterfly tattooed on her bum, through the nylon knickers. She pulled her stockings up, and attached them to the suspender belt, ensuring the suspenders were under her panties. She smoothed them into place, and buckled the ankle straps of her heels. She put her dress on, a fitted. I was so afraid of her reaction that I felt like time froze."Hey Mich...I mean Meghan it is OK don't cry. I am really confused right now but don't you worry hun we are best friends and I will support you as much as possible." She turned over to hug me and suddenly all my doubts were gone. I also got a bit turned on and hoped it wasn't noticeable under my skirt, especially since my panties sometimes struggle to keep everything contained. I'm still not used to tucking it away and it never. She looked shattered, lost, and so alone. I wanted nothing more in the world than to scoop her back into my embrace and tell it was all right, that she was a good person and loved, especially by me.I realized then that I wasn't in love with Sammi anymore, I was in love with Moira, and had been since the first time we played together. Damn, why did she have to be so married? Of course, with my track record, it wouldn't have mattered anyway.Instead of following my instincts, I helped her into the. I am sure she could she that the idea really excited me and I couldn't get my mind off it.Then that evening, finished with out work, we went out to dinner and played in the Casino. Every now and then Linda would pass me by and whisper “I can feel my bladder getting ready to burst, boy am I going to give you a gusher.” I waited, and waited. My balls and cock where semi-hard all night. My excitement kept building and building. I could feel myself ready to burst too,Finally around 2 AM. Linda.