" No. Drop them so I can see your panties."Ruefully, i do as He instructs. He grins and reaches out His hand,caressing my genitals, letting His finge...rnails trace playfully across thematerial and the scrotum beneath. "Those are pretty, faggot. Okay, pullyour pants back up and fasten them."i do as He says."Now, hand Me your shoes."i am a little perplexed, but i bend down, pick them up, and hand the pairof deck shoes to him.He points out the window of the store. "See those benches by. Sorrow would eventually win. Tears would flow. "But not now," she silently prayed.She tried with all her might to bring back the strongest and happiest moments with her lover. Her partner in life. The father of the one in her belly. The magnificently wonderful husband of hers ... Bob.But to no avail.She knew the time was very near and her body would release her sadness. She could feel it coming. Welling up inside of her. As it approached she dreaded the moment. She had never felt so sad in all. I feel real good inside even though I haven't strayed in the last eleven years... I freaking deserve this.I start to wonder if she will really show up as I pull into the circular parking area. But I can see she is already waiting for me on one of the cement benches, sun gleaming off her long glossy black hair. There's one other car there but who knows where they are... the object of my lust is only seconds away.As I settle the truck, I am still looking over at the curves of her womanly shape.... I was driving myself mad, and I knew I had to talk to her. It was with this train of thought running in the back of my mind that I stopped, as usual of late, on my way into work one afternoon to get a mint chocolate chip shake. She was there, dressed in her work attire of a two-button polo shirt and khaki mid-thigh shorts. The shirt was snug enough to accent the gentle curve of her breasts, which looked to be small handfuls, maybe a nice 32B if I had to guess, yet she always left the buttons.