I would never be able to be part of my family's life again. I was never going to grow old and die. I was already dead.I went to my own funeral. My mot...er tried to justify my death by telling herself and the other mourners that I had had no business drinking at my age. I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the. "Regan seems to bring out his fun side – and don't forget, college is supposed to be the best time in a young life. The first two years certainly were for me." Yeah," Camille agreed with a smile. "It would be easier if Regan wasn't who she is. I mean, not her personality. I like that. And you're right ... she makes him happy and lets him act his age. But you know how it's going to be for her in a year or two. The wealthy gravitate to the wealthy in places like Stanford. I worry that Andy is. He had my wifes bright pink G-string panties in his hand. Needless to say he held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Josie snatched the panties out of Bobs hand and handed them back to my wife. However I watched, as Josie too smelled of them first. Josie saw me watching her and said that I could smell of her panties if I wanted too. Then I watched as Josie reached up under her skirt and lowered her panties. When she got them off her feet she handed them to me. Her panties were a pale green. His erect cock swung and bobbed in front of him as he came tentatively toward the bed. "Bumps? Did you mean it?"She lay in front of him, beautiful and naked. "Yes" she said simply."Will you .. touch it for me?" His hand closed around it and he stroked it once."No, Boo, I won't do that," she said, staring him in the eye."But ... I don't understand" he whined. He was a year older than her ... and she was in complete control of him."I said I'd help you with it Boo" she said. She spread her legs,.