‘Why wouldn’t I?’ he asked. I laughed a short laugh, saying ‘Because you wouldn’t’ before turning around to pick up my fallen cup. My fing...rs had just touched it when I felt his hands softly wrapping around my hips, the strength of his arms keeping me still more so than his hands. I drew a breath, closed my eyes, and slowly straightened my body back up. I put the cup in the sink and held onto the rim of the basin with my hands, letting my head fall down, the silence radiating around us. I could. " She said. Jeremy gasped again. He hadn't thought about what must have happened to Mrs. Thompsonif he was in her body. "Mrs. Thompson?" Jeremy repeated, not quitebelieving it. Then, suddenly he wondered what happened to his body. Whohad ended up in it. When Jeremy asked, Jenny... No, Jeremy reminded himself, Mrs.Thompson, looked up at Mr. Thompson, and they hesitated. When they sawno reason not to answer, Mr. Thompson said, Lydia Jones. Jeremygasped. Lydia was that lady. I went and got a shovel and a trowel. I dug the holes and then she placed the stones and filled around their edges with dirt.A little past the halfway point, my mom went inside to get some food. She came back with two glasses of lemonade and sandwiches. I tossed the shovel aside and took a glass of lemonade. We both sat down in the shade of a nearby tree.I took a huge drink and then leaned back and basked in the shade. I grabbed a sandwich and took a bite."Mom?" I asked."Yeah?" How come Dad. I was expecting to have to wait my turn, but apparently she'd been waiting for me, because when I came over she looked up at the guy she was blowing and said, "I'm gonna need a break, but thanks for letting me practice on you." Her voice was much younger than the woman I just fucked, and it sounded really familiar, and since I was pointed at her my mind immediately assumed that this was Jessica. She held out her hand to me, so I took it and helped her to her feet. Then she looked over to the.