Onceagain, the all too sensual ruffles of his white and pink sissy dressswirled around his legs. Exciting him... making him feel strangely sexual.Yet...he still felt nothing in the very area that he should have beenfeeling things - his forever trapped penis. The pacifier on the pinkribbon was again attached to his dress. Mel grabbed it and stuck it intoChad's mouth before she fastened the large white ribbon back into hishair. She walked around him, surveying him critically. "Perfect!". Harder. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. As he exploded into Kaitlin’s exquisite ass, Dustin heard her neck crack. She shuddered and jerked, twitching wildly, groaning loudly one last time, then went limp. Still hanging from the window. Arms at her sides. Huge 38DDs pressed flat against the side of the car. Platinum blonde hair spilling around her gorgeous face. Eyes bulging. Tongue poking out between her glossy red lips. Stocking-clad legs splayed out across the cold asphalt. Red lycra minidress hiked. She doesn’t understand.“Mom, no! I love her. I could never hurt her.”Now I was crying. Jesus. This was a total disaster. Mom continued to stare at me. Then she turned to Sam, her face a little softer.“Sam, did he hurt you? Did he force you?”Sam, also in tears.“No, Mom. I love him.”Mom looked at Sam some more, then at me. That stare was back. She looked down at the table in front of her. One deep breath in, hold, breath out. Again. A third time.Silence.When Mom finally looked up again, once more. I've forgotten how to do it!" Leave them off," was the unhelpful suggestion from her husband.The funeral service itself was a very ornate affair in Westminster Abbey, although the Earl would be laid to rest later in the day, at his express wish, in the churchyard of St. Helen's in Sandiacre, a beautiful spot which looked out across the river Erewash to Stapleford Grange. The two Princesses were in the front pew with the widow and Ayda's elder sister Valerie, the new Countess of Bargoed..