She went home and again worked on some files and some letters to old friends that she had been putting off. Night came and she reluctantly took her sh...oes off and went to bed.Friday came and again she got ready for work, anxious to get her shoes on. This time she didn't wear pantyhose but stretch jeans instead. Cindy wondered if anyone would say anything about her wearing the same shoes for 3 days in a row, knowing she had so many different pairs. She left and this time it was rainy, she tried. As her orgasm hut she shuddered and let out a moan loud enough for any other occupants of the toilets to hear but she never noticed as she sat on the toilet trying to catch her breath with her hand still between her legs, Soon she had regained a normal breathing rate and her legs had stopped shaking she fixed herself back into her clothes and walked back to her desk hoping that she could keep her mind on her work and not DaveThe rest of the day passed with out either person seeing each other. Even Eric, who ended up losing his license because of the accident. I don’t blame him for my fate. I know I was stupid for letting him drive, and stupid for going along with him. We are good friends again, and we often get together Saturday nights to watch the Leafs play on tv. Neither of us has had a drink since that night. It might seem extreme, but we want to avoid any more stupid decisions. The one thing I miss, is sex. I’ve only had sex once since Michelle left. The one time was with. Its him. I open the door and there he stands, perfect face, contrasted with his white short sleeved shirt, his red and black striped tie loose around his neck the top button undone.coming in I say, I look down glancing at his perfect bubble butt in those grey trousers, real tight, skin tight as he walks by. you can tell he doesn't wear nudies.he throws his bag to the floor, you okay I say, yeah! as he carries on into the kitchen. taking a seat at the breakfast bar his ass spread across the bar.