I was silently thrilled, I knew I looked good, and far better than any of my previous makeover efforts, yet I still didn't want Lisa to know."Now come...over and lets get you dressed," she took my hand and pulled me up.I was soon wearing a padded out white bra and frilly lacy panties, and a pair of white lacy topped hold up stockings. Over which I wore a pleated mini kilt in a red and black tartan, and a white silk blouse under a pink angora cardigan. The shoes Lisa had picked out were also pink. She also bought a special pair of panties that she would give to him as a souvenir. There was no doubt about it, Katie was excited and couldn’t wait!About a day before the big night, Katie came back from getting a pedicure (her toes always looked sexy, but she wanted them to be at their best. She was very accommodating to my little foot fetish.) She saw Bill out back mowing the lawn and gave me a deep kiss. “Time for a preview,” she said with a gleam in her eye. I wasn’t sure what that. I read somewhere later that getting excited is only one side effect of kissing and that people kiss to find out what the other person is like. True, maybe, but right then I was totally erect and glued to Emily, who squirmed against me as I dropped my hands to her bottom and pulled her tighter. Like any teenage boy I was on a hair trigger, and the touch of her tummy on my cock tipped me over the edge and I spurted and splashed against her. Despite my delirium and consequent desire to hang onto. I held Em’s hand and she held Mom’s. On the far side, I could see that Dad simply had his head bowed with tears dripping from his eyes.Christmas without Peyton. It just didn’t seem right.I remembered her words a year and a half ago at her birthday. “I’m going to change the world so people don’t have to be separated from the ones they love.”Oh, little angel. How much I feel the separation between us now.I realized I didn’t believe in God anymore. If he was there, he was irrelevant. I promised my.