I loved that he thought that, and I wanted to please him so badly. “Take off your panties and bra and come and sit on Daddy’s lap” I did as requ...sted. Dad brushed my cheek and kissed me. I kissed him back, his tongue darting into my mouth. I enjoyed this new experience and we kissed deeply. I felt my Dad’s hand run over my breasts and tweak my nipples. What a delightful feeling, I moaned slightly. Before long I felt a hand run down my stomach and over my bushy pussy mound. My Dad flicked my. Thanks Ray, grab yourself one. He giggles I don’t like beer I only like wine.Well get some fucking wine then.He returns with his wine and sits tucking his skirt underneath. Crossing his legs. His hair past his shoulders, full face of makeup on, to be honest. If I passed him on the street I’d think he was a chick. I haven’t really talked much to him in years so I figured this was a good time.Ray what the fuck is going on with you?Nothing much Tell me why you dress and act like a bitch?Hehe I. Jesse wanted to make a torch so they could look inside.“I can do you one better than that,” said Nathan, pulling out the flashlight.Jesse was the only one who could fit in the hole, really, or Johnnie Sue, but neither Curtis Lee nor Nathan would let her go. Before they’d let Jesse go in, they found more lumber that they could shore up the beam with that was hanging over the hole. Finally Nathan handed the flashlight to him.“Don’t go in very far,” he said. “And keep talking to us so we know. We talked off and on for a few more months but only as friends. Out of the blue one day, the phone rings. I answer it expecting it to be a telemarketer. It was his best friend telling me that he had died overseas. I was devastated and heartbroken. I got the funeral details and hung up the phone. I sat there and cried for hours over what should have been. We held a memorial in his honor in the chatroom and after that night, I never went back. I didn’t have the strength to go to his real funeral.