She’d grown more curves in her first year of college, and her freshman 15 were placed right on her perfect breasts and round ass. Her tummy was soft... but not pudgy, and she’d discovered the joy of a complete lack of pubic hair. Even with the short blonde locks dyed purple in the back, she was centerfold material.Betsy Morris was like a dream come to life and all I had to do was step up to the plate and deliver.I had just rolled the condom down perhaps the hardest erection of my life and she was. I heard her murmur, "Thank you." Then she headed back into her room.As soon as the door to her room closed Kari rushed from her seat into my lap. She hugged me and burst into tears, crying for her own loss. I held her tightly to me and kissed the top of her head. After a moment of this she just as suddenly straightened up and said, "Thanks, I just needed to be held for a minute." She then kissed me, got up and headed off to our bedroom.I was alone when Julie came out of the bathroom. She looked. It was great to have freed Sara from her burial spot but there was no way to take back what those three did to her.Feeling our collective sorrow Sara gently told me, "Will, what happened three-hundred years ago is over and done. It was not a nice way to die but what happened to my mother was worse."Even though I didn't see her hanging, I was aware of the process. It was slow and agonizing. Each of the accused was made to stand below the gallows in agony as the noose was placed around their neck. Me and my little stiffy. I loved shoe shopping, I loved the variety. The pure sex of the stiletto heels, the knee-high shiny black leather boots, the party sandals. Please don’t misunderstand I wasn’t gay I just wished I could have breasts and wear make-up and I wanted some sex other than by masturbation. I was in heaven, I’d grown my hair long, dark brown chestnut hair to my shoulders, clean & shiny, centre parted. I depilated all my body hair, applied a fake tan and had painted my toe.