Alas, this is quite impossible for me to communicate through literature. It has the deep resonance of Lacrimosa and the simple elegance of perhaps an ...nya song? I have made a decision beforehand, though, that I have failed to mention. I made up my mind that when the first notes of the song hit my ear drums I would finally go downstairs and compliment the source. I still had not come to the conclusion on whether or not someone played the music or if it was just a CD or something similar. I. I knew about what time she would come so I was timing it . Well as the time went by and she never came I figured it was because I had no mail that day . Just as I figured she was not showing up my phone rings . This was back before the cell phone days . The phone just about scared the shit out of me . I had to wipe my hands off as I had vaseline all over them to answer the phone. I got it on the begining of the fourth ring. This was before everyone had a cell phone. the phone was cordless. " Idria didn't hesitate, after pulling out, he helped her move the body back a liitle ways and she straddled the corpse reverse cow-girl style. Spencer grabbed the cock at the base and guided it towards her pussy. Idria spread her lips wide and plunged down on the stiffened cock. She moaned deep in the back of her throat, rocking up and down on it, clenching her vaginal muscles on each upward movement, and relaxing them on the ride down. She put her hands on Spencers shoulders to keep her. " And you slept with the curlers in?" Yes, that's what it said in the instructions. I didn't have a hairnetthough and in the morning two or three had come loose but when I brushedmy hair out, it didn't show so I suppose they were in long enough." You curl every night?" as she spoke she opened a flap in her caserummaged around and put three hairnets on the dressing table."I only put one or two in at night, just where it seems to need it." Just one or two? And your hair has kept the curl all.