It was all she could do to avoid starting to masturbate in the church as she imagined herself being carried from the church and placed in the hearse. ...t the cemetary, as she watched Kathy's flower covered casket being lowered into the grave, she closed her eyes and imagined being in the casket. She was being lowered slowly down. The sweet fragrance of flowers mixed with the musty odor of earth. Then the earth was falling on the casket, her casket. She was being buried. The air was going, going,. I knew that hermind was working a mile a minute, though, and she finally asked,"Stephen, you said that you never had an affair but - have youbeen ... completely faithful to me - always, never with anyoneelse, not even once?" I knew that this was the critical question,and I wasn't afraid to answer the question she had asked, becausethere had never been anyone else since well before we wereengaged. But there had been the "other" me, did that count. Idecided to be totally honest, since she seemed. She keeps on massaging her breast while starting to rub herself, slowly up and down. She leans back further and arches her back. She is trying to make herself orgasm. Her breathing becomes heavier, her mouth hangs open and she moans a little and loses herself in the tenderness of her touch.“Are we able to hear what’s going on in that room?” Demarius asks.Bryan lets a smile creep onto his face as he says, “Of course.” With a flip of a switch, the observation booth fills with the sound of the. Ok just sit down, he thought. I'll catch my breath, and think this out. People have heart attacks all the time, and everyone saw that I just walked in accidentally. Just apologize to the woman, catch my breath, and everything will be fine."I'm sorry for..." His voice sounded so distant, so high.He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. He was alone with the woman. No, he was alone and he was the woman.He blinked and the reflection blinked. He smiled, and the broad white teeth shined. He put.