“Another date?” I asked as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger.Addie’s hand was over mine, her fingers tracing my fingers that were ...rolling her nipple, “Mmhmm, Saturday.”I felt myself start to stiffen all over again. “Samuel, dinner?”“That’s Friday, Nick’s Saturday.”I didn’t even think to ask her what she’d told him about her husband. My hand ventured lower, rubbing over her little baby-bump tummy, then just a little lower yet between her legs. She spread her legs apart, one leg. As I walked over to fetch my shoes I felt the coarse fabric of the jeans excite my clit and I wondered how I would be able to walk without drenching my pants.I sat on the edge of the little desk chair and slipped into my black strappy sandals. They had a low heel for comfortable walking and pretty little patent leather straps that wrapped around my ankles. The ensemble completed, I raced back to the mirror to inspect the end result.I turned and adjusted the shirt here and there, brushed lint. Then Dad died two years after I married Terry. Pete has been the best father he could be to me, but Terry wanted to rise in the world and she did it on the pain and suffering of her father when she practically disowned him. And then I find I gave away my firstborn before I even knew about him. I could fight for him, but what purpose would it serve?"Angelina was quiet which I was thankful for. "I came out west and met you. The first time I saw you, you were bitching about Nellie and Pete. Many months ago I met a guy chatting online in IRC’s who’s much older (he 65 me 28) and he gave me confidence enough to start a relationship with him, he has changed my whole world and we started dating 2 months ago but me as a guy, and for new years eve i planned a date for me as a woman. that’s it. Well, here i am, new year new me, dinner was ok, the dress was ok, the lingerie suited me but it was a bit too small because by definition it’s not meant to handle all my ‘parts’ i have but i dont.