"I'll be here whenever you need me, Seth. Know that I'm strong and you can always lean on me. I think you're very special and want to help you however...I can. Smile when you think of me. Look above you and see me watching over you. I'm right there with you, baby, and never forget it."Seth closed his eyes and heard her voice. He swore he felt her next to him as he drifted off to sleep.She wasn't going to cry. Forty-two was too old to cry, Gabriela told herself even as the tears rolled down her. While the one kept me pinned, the other mounted me. Again, the voice I'd heard before - the one who told the salt-and-pepper man to fuck my mouth good - spoke over the sounds of the porno film, this time much closer than before:"Oh fuck yeah", he hissed, "screw that fucking pussy, man - bust her wide fucking open!"I knew I was about to get fucked. Hard. But I was clenched up, because of the suddenness of the situation. I tried to relax, and found myself wishing I still had that bottle of. Mr. White noticed the naked boy and warned him not to use up all the hot water and Tom assured him that he would not.Tom went to the bathroom. By now his young cock was sticking out hard in front of him. Thinking of Mr. White, Tom began playing with his hard on. As he pumped himself, he figured out, he was really turned on more and more, as he moaned and his hip moved in and out of his fist. Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door. Tom found out it was Mr. White, concerned about the hot. I loved the way my body moved and felt. I was now all woman, and I loved it. Towards the end of the week, Cindy announced that we were going out to dinner to celebrate my recovery. We both dressed for going out and retouched our makeup and hair. Cindy had a car pick us up and take us to a lovely French restaurant. Upon our arrival we were escorted to a romantic table in the back. Cindy told me that she had asked for that particular table so that we could have some privacy. Cindy then ordered us.