We decided that we needed to start heading back so we picked everything back up and placed them back into the backpack I was carrying. We looked aroun... to make sure we had gotten everything and then started back on the trail to the car. As we walked back, she was little bit friskier now. Her hands seemed to be roaming from rubbing my back, she moved her hand to my ass and gave a squeeze. I was a little surprised by this but I just smiled back to her and she smiled back at me. Taking the lead. Jill was getting everything out in the open, and I had the moral high ground in a way that would never be more perfect for me. More perfect for me to confess what I’d done all those years ago, and since then never found the courage to confess to Jill.Just for a moment, I started, but I bottled it. Telling myself that it was well over twenty years ago, and anyway it was only a little thing. Something I could maybe pretend was just a failure of memory. Convincing myself that we had enough to deal. Her belly was tense and her nipples were puckered with sexual excitement as she contemplated the violation of her soft, sexy body with the nasty little pencil shaped explosives. It seemed she never tired of playing with blasting caps; the pure, agonizing need to physically rupture her body causing her to gasp with wanton desire as she reached into the box.Her sister would be occupied for hours with Jake, getting her dream body penetrated again and again with Jake's cock as well as his gun, so. As she browsed through her new clothes she realised she had along way to go before she had a wardrobe to suite her new feminine tastes. She wondered if any of Jack's old transvestite stuff might pass muster but when she delved into the very back of the closet she quickly realised just how much bigger Jack had been. Ruefully she gathered all the reminders of Jack's dysphoric sexuality and considered his meagre selection as she stuffed them into a waste bag. 'Poor old jack,' she thought. 'Well.