We looked at each other; Shirley and Tammy were smiling while Charlie and I didn't know how to react. He got up and followed his girlfriend into the b...droom.Parts of their conversation drifted toward the kitchen, sometimes in hushed voices, other times in loud bursts. "What's she doing here all the time? I'm not cleaning up her mess," Angie shouted.We overheard Charlie trying to reason with Angie. "You agreed to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. That's your job." Shirley knows I don't. Leaving my throbbing cock hanging out of my fly I went to a cubicle and nipped inside.Christ,there was all kindsa filth on the walls and pulling my kecks down I took a seat on the toilet and started sliding my fist up and down my veiny shaft whilst having a good read of the crap on the wall!My piss-hole was letting a good old stream of pre-slime over my fist,always a good sign!Looking around the cubicle I spotted a trail of spunk and leaned over to get a good old sniff.It looked pretty fresh so. " I don't want a replacement for Rachel. Nobody would match up and as for..." 'Course nobody'll match up but you'll find someone who means a lot to you in different ways and she'll fill the gap. 'Cos there is a gap. I can see the difference from when your wife was alive and 'ow you are now." Well, there's bound to be a difference when you've lost someone you love deeply and who is part of you." Part of you? Part of you? You two were like bloody vines an' I envy you. I could ask either of you a. I quickly deleted the spam and gone through the correspondence from my friends and acquaintances, and I'd saved the new emails till last.There was an introduction from a new local crossdresser, with a typical picture of a 'girl' with visible beard stubble and hairy arms in a bad wig with uncut bangs pushed to the side, a micro miniskirt, a spandex top highlighting the belly and back fat, and garter stockings with thick leg hair showing through and on the upper thighs.I get those all the time.