After years of d**g problems, Trinity Loren aka Roxanne McPherson died early Saturday morning 10/24/98 of an overdose of pills (either prescription pa...nkillers or sleeping pills, possible combined with an i*****l d**g like heroin). Barry Woods, the ex-husband of Trinity Loren, writes 1/19/99: "I have more information about Trinity's death. Her boyfriend Mike and roommates Joe and Justin said to me and to the police and AVN that Trinity was still snoring at 12 0'clock at night and 1 and 4 in the. I feel the petticoats brushing my legs andbouncing with every step I take, the tights are caressing my legs and Iwonder if the dress is covering the plastic panties or not because of theshortness of the skirt and the puffiness of the petticoats holding the skirtup and out. I also find it strange walking in the heels with my feet at anangle; I hear the swish of the petticoats, the crinkle of the plasticpanties, and the click of the heels to me the noise is deafening.As I walk along the path. Though it was only going to be for 24 hours, it felt as if we were going to be parting for much longer. I couldn't help but steal one final glance at her firm sexy body, and we quickly exchanged winks. Suddenly I was brought back to the real world by a sharp slap on my naked ass. Leslie said "Remember me? I thought we had a date." Then she turned her back, giving me a view of her sexy ass, and began walking to my cabin. I could see her butt jiggling with each step, and I was suddenly drawn to. What are you doing? I asked. Touching you. Why? Too far? Uh, no, its just…theyre not like Emmas, I said. I didnt want him to be disappointed. I dont care, theyre yours so of course I love them, he said. Reassured now, I smiled and put his hand on my tit. He started to fondle it and then he let out a sigh. Mmm. Nice. Will you show them to me? I nodded, slowly. Lets go to my room, he said, eagerly. I hardly got the chance to say OK before hed grabbed my hand and was pulling me out into the.