I just sat on the couch, my head against the wall behind it, eyes closed, as I cried like a baby. I couldn't believe Elizabeth was gone. I loved her s... much. It really hurt that I had not been able to see her for the last time, and it hurt even more that she didn't get to see me, when she had wanted to so bad. She had apparently tried so hard to hold on. I felt so alone. I really wished now that I had not gone ahead. I wanted my girls around me so bad, to be surrounded by those who loved me. If. But something stopped her. Was it the prize, the tacky title that Kirsty was offering? Could it be the fact she was feeling horny due to Allan’s recent incapacitation with his man-flu? Or was it her own ego, not wanting to be beaten by those two slappers who called themselves makeup artists? Simon, however, was in his element. He had been used to attracting some good looking women over the years and had bedded many of them, but none quite so classy and erotic as this one. This Jessica sort was. "At the same time that he said this, Steve started reaching out with his mental fingers. He felt what seemed like different hands reach out towards the innocent girls, feeling their skirts. It took a bit of effort to control three hands and drive at the same time, but after a minute it felt natural. He moved down their bodies until he "felt" their legs, gently touching their soft flesh. The inside of the car was dark, but he could make out the sqirming motions of the girls next to and behind. Please Sir, please fuck my face. I am your sissy tranny slut Sir. I am your faggot." Damn bitch," he said. "You really are a faggot."I loved hearing him talk to me like that, but more I loved that he again fed me his cock. He didn't last long though and after only a few seconds I felt his shaft thicken, throb, then my mouth was filling with his cum. I was stroking my little cock with lightning speed as I felt pulse after pulse of my reward filling my mouth. "Don't swallow bitch." He said. "Hold.