“Make me cum, Kathrine,” his voice almost pleading as she crouched on her knees and unzipped him. She was surprised to find he had a nice-sized, t...ick cock, and while licking the glands around the head, she heard him moan. If she was going to do this, she thought, she was going to make him remember it. Letting her tongue lie on her bottom lip, she let the thick cock slide to the back of her throat.Tasting the salty pre-cum, she knew from the signs that he wouldn’t last long. Holding his. I had never thought Iwould be wearing lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, false lashes and a ribbon inmy hair either.I was excited by the feeling of my first lace underwear and I felt warmerthan I had in just my boxer shorts, although I was shivering slightly belowmy waist because my legs were now hairless."Wow! Who would have thought you would become my hairless ex-husband sosoon?" Elizabeth said looking at the tent in my panties. "You are a treatfor sore eyes Jacqueline!"I was quickly coming to. " Reeaally! Isn't that interesting!" Mandy giggled. "Do you want him?"she asked, as if maybe I would."No!" I hissed. "Absolutely not! You know how I feel about that! I donot want to be with a man! I do this for Grace! And you sometimes. Butit is fantasy. It isn't who I am! Please Mandy!" I implored. "Stopteasing me like that!" Okay! Okay," she responded. "Calm down. No need to get your panties ina wad. I'll stop teasing. Now come on. We need to get back andentertain Jim. We'll. My friends were supportive of me, helping me to celebrate Monique's too-short life. Loni seemed particularly hard hit at the funeral, seeing my wife in her casket, dressed in her favorite “Loniwear” outfit. Monique was her best friend.The fall collection that year was all black. The models wore black wigs and veils, to look like the stunning, mature model who still headed every runway parade.*****It was the summer of '09. Loni and I burned up thousands of cellphone minutes a month. She.