She could do kind things, though her heart wasn't in it. She only left the house on Sundays to attend church. Her strong voice abandoned her when she ...ang the hymns almost silently. Her ears were not on the minister's sermons. She was alive on the outside but dead on the inside.The second event happened in San Francisco. Greta could not take the cold wet weather. She developed pneumonia and died. She loved Frank to the very end. Her last words were for him to return to New York and marry Grace. "Mmmm, yeah, do it" I replied, now panting heavily. He lined his cock up with my asshole and pressed it in slowly, "Ahh, god" I screamed, half with pleasure, half with pain and half with pleasure."God, your so tight" He said back to my screams."Go faster and harder" I replied, begging for his hard cock in my ass, as I panted for more and more he thrusted faster and faster as my moans and groans got louder and louder, my cock was fully hard now and I was reaching my orgasm, Daniel started to. All of the money, all of the loss, allof the fear and uncertainty. For this. To be her. Even if it was only fora heartbeat.Wynne's thoughts were interrupted by a squeal from Lana as another songstarted up, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson. She skipped over to Wynnewith quick short steps and took her hand in her own. "Oooooh, I love thissong! Dance with me! Dance with me!"Lana pulled Wynne to her feet and soon Wynne was moving along to the beattoo. Lana was swaying her hips back and forth, arms. "Uhh," I muttered. "No, umm, problem." Well, I'll let you get to work. As she turned to go, she dropped a towel on the floor and as she bent forward to pick it up, it offered me a nice view of her cleavage as well. When she stood back up, she absent-mindedly straightened her clothing. As she pulled her shirt tight, I got the perfect view of her wet breasts.I think she finally noticed how wet and transparent her shirt was as she pulled it tight. She looked up at me and our eyes met for a second..