But suddenly I had an idea."Only if you promise that, if I still want to die after... You know what... You'll give it a way to make me go fast and pai...less, then..." I choke and say with faltering voice "...Then you disappear with my body."Our eyes cross, mine are teary, his are sad, really sad. He gulps some air and finally talks:"Ok. Ok, I'll do it" he says resignedly and I gasp at the thought, but he continues "But only if you let me try to change your mind."I already knew he would not. So i jumped off the bed and couldn't get to the drawer quick enough, i opened it slowly and took a memory photo of how everything was laid out, and it was all neat and tidy this was her panties and nylon drawer, the panties were at the front and there were some very silky smalls, items some from the past french knickers etc that had not seen the light of day for many, many years sadly replaced by the bigger more practical panties but all the same good quality undies, my nan definitely had good. I want to show everyone thatthere's a reason for St. Pat's. Besides, I made a bet with Paul." A bet's only worthy a sweepstakes, son!"***St. Patrick's Day arrived and my parents drove my nervousness to nearbyFour Clovers, which was hardly more than a slightly more modern versionof a one-street wild west town in those cowboy movies.Only nervousness muting my petrified male ego's chagrin being snuglyenveloped in it, I sat our car's rear seat wearing white gloves foldedupon the pleated skirt of a. Matt rubbed Alicia’s belly as they continued to make out. They shifted to the couch that was in Matt’s living room. The gymnast reached around and took Matt’s button down shirt off to reveal his 8 pack. She rubbed his chest as their tongues continued their tango. Matt started to kiss down the gymnast’s rock hard body. He reached around to unhook her bra. He did and he gasped as the bra fell to the floor. Sure he had seen Sacramone’s tits before, but it had been a while with the Olympics and.