The pressure came. I knew where I was this time. I was dead at eighty years old and they were burying me. I felt the pressure grow with every shovelfu... of dirt they piled on. Of course I couldn’t breathe. Of course I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t feel anything but the growing pressure. I was dead. I needed to just let go. There was nothing there on the other side of death but the absorption of my body into the pressure of earth. Maybe one day, like dinosaurs of old, I would become oil trapped in a. " What?" I asked unbelievingly. "I made you one?" My voice rising."I'm sorry ma'am, that's not what I meant." The words just barely ekedout as he realized his folly. "I meant that you have allowed me torealize the sissy that I am, of course," he said, blubbering, as he fellto his knees. "You know how grateful I am for that."He inched forward until his nose was right at pussy level. He nudged itright against my labia for a moment and then tipped his head back andpressed his lips hard against the. ‘And now you and Gregory…’ ‘Oh, that is no concern!’ Irene said, I thought a bit too shrilly. ‘He knows all about Gregory and I believe he’s been settled with someone else over there as well. No, it’s the reason why he’s coming back here.’ She looked wistfully down at Frank, and back up at us. ‘To join up.’ ‘Oh, no,’ Elizabeth said. ‘What is it about men, just having to be heroes!’ ‘Don’t I know it!’ Irene did her best not to look angry, but she did not quite succeed. ‘Gregory has been on a. She washed my cock and my balls and, after we rinsed each other off, she knelt down and gave me a very intense blow job, sucking my cock and balls. I couldn't believe the change in her. After getting dressed, she told me, "I'll meet you downstairs shortly. Have a drink waiting for me."Downstairs, I made drinks as well as appetizers. Shortly, my wife appeared - again like I'd never seen her. She wore a complete red lacy outfit: garter belt, stockings, stiletto heels, open nipple crotchless.