Sheila Wood, one of the women from her study group, had invited Melissa to a party on Halloween night and Melissa wanted me to come with her.Now I had...nothing against Sheila, or any of the others from her study group. Well, OK, I didn't like Carl. But the rest were alright. There were eight in the group, three other women besides Melissa and Sheila, and two other men besides Carl. They met once a week to work on the newest assignment for their adult education classes. You know, the ones that. The only man who was going to be doing that to her in the foreseeable future was her Uncle Bob.Bob felt like he was walking on eggshells all morning. He knew Mandy meant it when she said she was fine, but she was just sixteen, and had no idea how complicated her emotions could be.At lunch, though, she blew him a kiss and mouthed "I love you," and he saw no evidence of any residual pain or guilt in her eyes. That led him to wondering what was going to be next. He knew, of course, what would be. "Sure, I'll come with you," I said, following her cute wiggling butt intothe bedroom."Nice double entendre," she said.I laughed once I realized what I had said.We went to her house in her car. She lived in an apartment. Inside, itwas clean and neat. She emptied her suitcase. Some went into a hamper.Others got hung up or put into drawers. I looked into her closets. Shehad a lot of cosplay costumes."See anything you'd like me to bring?" she asked."What is this one supposed to be?" I asked,. Of course like any other woman she had her toys and simulations but nothing could ever replace a real man (as any woman who had been with one could testify). Her thighs twinged at the thought of a man between them and her mouth yearned for the hardness it had gone so many years without. She needed to feel sensual, sexy and feminine; she needed to feel like a woman again. Karen discreetly slipped her hands underneath her panties as she started to relax and fantasize while the shuttle car auto.