Oh my God! He was here! How had the timegotten away from me? I wasn't ready! Not physically or mentally! But, Icouldn't keep him waiting. I hurried to...the door and pulled it open.There he stood in his pinstriped blue suit. Mike Lawford. All six footsix of him. Broad shoulders and an avid tennis players tan. Even in mythree inch heels he dwarfed me in size."Hi, Rachel," he said."Hi, Mike. Please come in," I said as I tried not to focus on the smallbouquet of flowers he held in his hands."These. His last kiss. He pulled her hands into his and let his lips linger on hers. How often had Wilton kissed her, he wondered. He pulled away and realize that she wasn't the only one shedding tears. "Not my son, Rachael. I cannot share you with my son. I understand about you and Miss Helen and I imagine I could be persuaded to accept another man if I simply cannot provide for your desires. But, but not Wilton. I'm very sorry. I hope you are very happy together. If you will excuse me."He let her go. So here today I stand on a fully packed commuter bus, it's 07:35 and heading to the city, the same bus is always packed, and the same men always crush against me, my body is sensitive to men touching, I feel the slight increase in pressure, but standing in my preferred position, holding on to a pole and hanging strap, allows the gropers the freedom to feel, and trace my panties elastic into my crotch, or press their exposed cocks between my bum cheeks, trust me guys, you really can feel a girls. She had gotten chatting to a guy who was sitting by himself at a table. I walked over to Deb and gave her a drink. “This is Nick” she said. “He was going to have a go at the Open Mike but apparently he's bottled it” she laughed. Nick smiled. “On the plus side”, he said, “it means I've kept this table and you're welcome to join me if you like?”. Deb sat on the comfortable seat next to Nick and I pulled up a stool alongside Deb. We spent a couple of hours chatting about ourselves and drinking. As.