The night shirt I had seen before, nothing new there, but she seemed to be snuggling into my crotch this time, instead of my chest as normal. I was ti...red enough, I didnt much care, and Tina had almost drained all of my sexual interest for the day. I had started drifting off again when I felt Shawna wiggle her butt up against my semi hard dick. This had the effect of reinvigorating it while I was trying to get some sleep. I pretended not to notice and to be sleeping. She did this a few more. . Putting my arm on his shoulder when talking and running my hand down his back before walking away etc. Then came that Friday where it went from comments to teasing to confirmed. T was making tea and coffee in the break room, so I went in and told him to make me a cup too.. ....Me "Put 2 sugars in mine"T "Okay sir (laughs)" Me (walked up behind him as he was stirring) "actually make that 2 and a half" (I then moved directly behind him, my body inches from his, took the spoon out of his hand. Reaching forwards with trembling hands, I took her shoe by its long heel and slowly lifted it from her foot, relishing the unveiling with an instinct that I didn't recognize but embraced like an old friend. Tasting freedom, her foot flexed, toes stretching back and splaying out, causing the dark line of her pantyhose seam to ripple like a mathematical curve as her digits danced. It was hypnotic, irresistible. I felt a warm wetness between my legs, soaking my panties as my anticipation rose. My. Your neighborhood is Irish, too, and the girls like you...But talking to them would waste a lot of time, you think. Your scarred-and-swollen arm pumps the iron in your hand in steady, ruthless bounds, a simple act that puts your abnormal strength and pain resistance on full display. Of course it hurts; your muscles ache and sting often, but you nourish your body well and expect exemplary results, so you haven't missed a workout in six years of grueling routine. The stronger you are, the easier.