”Dad reached out and took my hand. “I know hon, I know. You just look so much like your mom when we were dating…”“You need to find yourself...a girlfriend, Dad.”Dad had tears in his eyes. “I really do miss your mom.” He replied.“You miss mom, so you take my panties. How does that explain anything?”As long as I live, I will never forget his eyes.He reached out and brushed my hair with his hand. “You have her hair and face, you smile the same way, and you even laugh the way that she did. You look. He was just as nervous as she was! Suddenly, a big grin appeared on his face; a big, silly, happy, sexy grin. She burst into giggles and they collapsed into each other's arms, shaking with laughter at the absurdity of their nervousness. They went inside, not letting go of each other, barely shutting the door behind them. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers and she was kissing back passionately, urgently, as though her life depended on it. A hand was already on his chest, feeling the form. He stood at the urinals but noticed the people coming and going were fathers with children or just people shopping.William decided to go into a cubicle to see if there was any more writing to tell him of somewhere else. He stood in the cubicle trying to read the masses or writing and heard someone come in next door. It was irrelevant to him and he continued his search, while absent-mindedly stroking his hard cock through his trousers. He was jolted to reality by someone whispering. He looked. As her breathing convulsed into the upturned glass, her eyes closed, black rimmed glasses affixed. She tried her best to hide her convulsive and very public orgasm knowing that she would fail miserably. As she crested and drew the glass away and settled it onto the table in a too forceful motion, she looked into the waiter's eyes and said, "Yes this will do quite nicely." The waiter looked at John for confirmation. With an imperceptible nod received, he poured the wine for both and said, "Will.