She was a friend and inspiration to me. She was so much more to you. I’m sorry for comparing myself to her.”I saw the tears in her eyes and reache... across the small table to pat her hand in comfort.“You have nothing to be sorry for, Chrissy. She thought just as highly of you. We can both miss her in our own ways.”The waiter returned with our salads, giving us a needed interruption. By the time we each had taken a few bites of our salads, we had both regained our composure.“So, what else are you. Tony sighed. He was still getting 'do something now' signals, but they weren't quite so painfully urgent. He kept finding his foot pressing down harder on the accelerator as his mind concentrated on Helen rather than the road. Then he'd back off, returning to the speed limit. He really didn't want to get pulled over for speeding this morning; that would really put a dampener on things.Finally his driveway came into sight. The automatic garage door opener kicked in and they were safe inside. By. He imagined as the miles rolled byhow sweet it would be to be in the arms of a man like Tom, his femininesoftness being caressed by manly hands and his lips being kissed.His mind also drifted back to George, his friend from the coffee shop.Could it be that he already in his short life as a woman he now had twopotential lovers? If he followed through with both men he guessed hecould be called a slut. Michael arrived in Strawberry Hill at just about 5 p.m. As planned, hedrove to Samantha's. I now you must be sad but still you've got me." As I said this, I gripped her tightly pushing her boobs against my chest. I felt them rising as she breathed. My eyes were transfixed on her cleavage, out of which the tops of her breasts were plainly visible.She stopped crying and washed here face. Her expressions made it apparent that she was embarrassed. Bringing her ass near me she mumbled a sorry. Holding her hand, I said, " Come on, after all you are my mother." A nineteen year old with a.