She gets up out of the chair and walks towards me. She hugs me tightly and there’s water in her eyes. She pulls back and wipes her eyes and then lau...hs and says, ‘Man, you must really hate all those people in your backyard.’ I reply yeah and how much like that bomb threat last year when we all had to pile out onto that field for hours. She laughs again and moves closer again. Her eyes betray her reason, and behind the reason is her dark smoldering heat. She whispers in my ear, ‘I need you.’ I. Walton is dead?" Yes dear, and your father is taking it very hard. I'm afraid you will have to be very strong for him." Where is Brandon?" I asked with my heart in my mouth.Tears started to form in mom's eyes, "He was killed playing football... it was a freak accident. A boy tackled him at the Halloween game and snapped his neck. I'm very sorry to be the one to tell you." Mom, I don't know how this has happened, but this is me, Brandon. Somehow I am in Cathy's body." That can't be Cathy. She may lack the grace of a well-trained domestic but she makes up with her innocent beauty. She is a thin girl, almost frail, but well formed. Long, slim legs end in small, girlish buttocks that invite to be kneaded or spanked. Her breasts are small but perky with very prominent nipples. I think the piercing and constant fresh air has done them a lot of good. Usually I like my girls to have a more voluptuous figure but I made an exception for Marie, she is just exquisite, and there is still. He was in heels already and it was only about 8:30 in the morning.He'd be in them all day, and I remembered when he was living with me howthat was always his biggest gripe.Mother interrupted my chain of thought. "Surely you didn't want him inyour best frock?"I told her that was true. But at the same time, as I mentioned before, Ijust felt the need to get a grip on this man."He was so obviously embarrassed, and I was so angry," I continued, "thatI did keep him in the frock for a while. I am a.