He no longer breathed. She removed the covers that kept her image of him imaginary. Peeling the layers back gave her a brief twinge of excitement. Thi... was not a work act, a 'clean him up' act. This was something else. Something exciting – something naughty.She moved closer to him and felt herself tremble. A slight scuffling could be heard as her shoes found a resting place beneath the bed. Her hands began to unbutton his cotton top. The top button first, of course. The one nearest his pale. “All they do is brag about their boyfriends, well except for Deana. She said that Kevin was terrible. She called him the one-minute-wonder with a four inch cock.” I chuckle at that. I’m sure with Deana telling motor-mouth Jenny, it is probably all over the school by now. “Do the girls you have sex with have orgasms.”“Of course,” I brag as she smiles. “That’s what sex is all about. Making your partner feel good.”She gets quiet as if she’s thinking about something. “Will you show me,” she finally. On my last birthday, which was the 29th of October, I turned 77. I stopped aging when I was 30, Loni. As far as I can determine, I stopped aging after the accident I told you about that made me a telepath. The accident took place on December 23, 1959.She jumped up. "Oh, you make me so angry! One outrageous lie after another. Why can't you tell me the truth?" She stood completely confrontational, with fury in her tearstained eyes, and her hands on her hips."I'm trying, Loni. Be honest with me.. While smooching I was wriggling all over her and my tool was hard again and was just crushing between her legs. Her hands were roaming all over my back and I looked at her. Looking deep into her eyes I pressed my hips on her’s making my shaft rub its side on her pussy. She arched herself the moment it touched her pussy lips and I gave another wave over her making it rub even more.Wriggling her over a couple of times she just spread her legs wide and we didn’t need to talk anything. I just held.