” “What kind of whore comes to his funeral?” said the woman shocked. “No,” said Kathy. “She’s anything but a whore. Her heart is as brok...n as mine is. She loved him enough to make him happy, even though she knew he’d never leave me. Besides, she gave me the greatest gift of all.” “What was that?” “My husband. She gave me back the man I fell in love with.” Polly drove home and stared at the mysterious envelope for over an hour. She had changed into sweats and a t-shirt and debated if she should. Knowing my sister as I do, if she does not like something she will speak up. No complaints from her, I continue messaging her breasts, licking her nipples, sucking and pinching firmly as she begins to moan telling me how much she likes what I’am doing. Kneeling down in front of her I grab with both hands her yoga pants and slowly pull them down. Looking up into her eyes I tell her to lift her left foot as I remove her pants. Once off I stand up and as I do I use my right hand to brush over. Yeah, I was that guy.I managed to go to several proms but the two that were the most exceptional were my own junior and senior ones. Actually, my junior prom wasn't that sexually spectacular except that the girl I took as my date was one of the cutest and sexiest babes in the school. She was a rather petite girl, extremely pretty, very funny and pleasant to be with, and she was still budding into the maturing body of a young woman. Her breasts were probably A/B-cup in size, not nearly as big as. 'I could well be there tonight. What time do you expect to get there?''Well, I finish here around 6.00 so by the time I get home, shower, change and fed myself it'll be about eight O'clock.'That's fine', I said. 'Eight's perfect - not too early, not too late. I'll see you there then'.'I'm looking forward to it, already.' It suddenly registered that he had stopped addressing me as 'sir'.With that he turned and headed through the door. I could hear his footsteps on the stairs as he returned to.