Diana stopped at the bedroom door. "Are you coming?" "I am. I was just thinking about something." "What is it?" "How beautiful you are." Diana blushed...and turned to face me. "You know just what to say." Diana grabbed my cock and began to jerk it slowly. "One more time, then we eat. Got it?" I had a feeling calling Diana beautiful would get her in the mood, but that wasn't my sole intention. I wanted to say it because it was true. She was breathtaking. Even when she barely talked, wore thick. I just love lying in the sun ... getting a dark tan all over my body.” Mrs. Bockner said.“Yes Ma’am, we love getting almost naked ourselves, to get a dark tan. I wish we were as dark as you and Coach Bockner, both of you are really tanned,” I said.“Eddie call me Brooke and call Coach by his name ... Brett. We’re not in school and Brett and I aren’t a lot older than you, how old are you Becky?” Brooke asked.“I’m fourteen.”“Good grief. ... I didn’t have a body like you until I was twenty.“Brett. So I set off in the tube, again, and once again my thoughts were more of ways to fake suicide and run away rather than any vaguely constructive ideas on how to make it all work. Actually, by the time I emerged onto the street, I'd got to the stage of thinking that I should just save all the buggering about and top myself for real. I thought I knew just enough about the corporate world to know that I didn't fit and frankly didn't even want to try to do so.I was, thus, not the happiest looking. ” That was followed by a chuckle, “I have been dying to use that line ... Oh wait; if you’re hearing this, then I guess I did die. Well, damn it! It seemed funny at the time.”“You may stop this tape now if you choose not to. And destroy the envelope and its contents.” I paused the tape as I briefly thought about this. There wasn’t really a choice. There never had been. As I thought about it, if my grandfather wanted this, then I would do it. Then I took a deep breath, pressed play.“Good Jim, I.