Sharon looked at me; I was such a pathetic sight with my wilting erection under her pink panties, my pajamas round my knees.“Go on then, panty boy, ...hy don’t you do it in front of me and get it over with? Hurry up I’ve got to go; I’m being waited for.”Sharon looked at her phone.I was left with no choice. My hand involuntarily went to my aching crotch. Cupping my full balls, which were aching for release, bulging in the panties. Her panties.“Go on then do it to yourself if you must, but I’m. She asked, "Ron, I know that I might sound like the typical 'third child, ' but do you really love me like you do Kelly? I mean ... the way you were with Kelly today ... I couldn't believe ... I..." Then she lunged at me and hugged me fiercely as she began to sob quietly against my chest.Here I was going through round two of dealing with crying females tonight. I held her until she looked up with a questioning look on her face. I said, "Of course I love you as much as I do Kelly, you dumb. 20 That was it. I drank the rest of my tea and politely thanked the waitress as I stood. I stole a fleeting glance at myself in the reflecting glass and saw a young woman with uncontrollable curls escaping from a hair band, light brown eyes narrowed in anger and disappointment. Lips, usually full were pressed into a taut line and cheeks slightly flushed. I turned from my reflection and pulled on my black coat and righted my turtleneck. Then, taking out my mood on my things I yanked my purse. I grabbed my best white silk blouse and tied it on as a halter top, minus bra, of course! I grabbed one of my husband’s ties to match my skirt, and wore it loose with my blouse showing plenty of cleavage.I slipped back into the altered skirt. Fantastic! I looked like some school girl slut from an adult movie. “Something is missing.” I went to my dresser and removed my contact lenses. I put on my cat’s eye glasses and took another look at myself “Perfect!” I shouted at the mirror. “I’m covering.