”“Good for her.” I replied.“Yeah, real good for you.” Jennifer said with a laugh.“Oh yeah? Why is that?” I asked.“Well, when you get a...heart broken girl and a bottle of wine, things tend to happen.” Jennifer said.“Go on.”“She apparently got a crash course in pussy licking a few weeks before and decided to give me a lesson.”My cock hardened.“Go on.” I said evenly. Jennifer laughed.“I returned the favor.” Jennifer replied.“Oh really? How was it?” I said, trying to contain my excitement.“Just. I unbuckled his belt, unhooked and unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down with the ease and precision of a woman that has done it thousands of times before. He moaned and arched his back as my red-painted lips got closer to his hard cock. As presumed, it was no monster, but definitely of length and girth that he should be proud. I put his cock in my mouth, and he grabbed my hair gently. If we had had more time or if I intended to keep him, I might have instructed him to pull a bit. " I started with Beth Ann. It took all evening, and several trips to the kitchen for refreshments, but I bared my soul. All the things I'd been afraid to disclose had to come out, one way or another.It was time."I died in that crash, Beth Ann. My little, beat up, Toyota, was crushed by that produce truck, and I died inside it."Then – after dying - I opened my eyes in your van, wearing Brian's clothes and living in his body. I died again, the second time in Brian's body, at the hospital in. She's a fifty eight year old widow who looks young enough to be my mother's sister instead of her mother. Oh, yeah! I'm eighteen. And like most guys my age, I have a super hard cock. That's what my Grandma Evelyn liked about me. And that's why I'm fucking her almost regularly.When Grandpa Fred died, his horny widow got lonesome real fast. Within six months after he croaked, she was out looking for a replacement dick. The only thing was, she was out looking in all the wrong places. A.