You can think what you want but so far as I can tell these people were members of a family that was at least devastated by the loss of one of it's mem...ers. The fact that the person who is dead also was their 'sponsor' who provided them their place to live and guaranteed it with his or her life just makes things that much worse. Because they can't be sure of anything except that they must meet a new sponsor and become dependent on him or her for the things (including love) that their dead family. John's cock was like a piece of iron between her legs, rock hard and slamming into her as if hers was the last pussy on earth. His warm body was pounding against hers so forcefully that her breathing was becoming ragged, cries of delight were escaping her lips and her pussy was starting to clench his pole like a fist, squeezing at it and trying to trap it inside her body. It'd been coming for a long time. Sex had been the only thing on her mind recently, and being held up by her cute friend. I don’t know what I look like to other people. And I feel uneasy about the direction of your questions. Not offended, just uneasy. I suppose it’s because I’m used to people who can see what I look like – nobody has ever asked to describe myself the way you have. Besides, my own opinion may be different from that of an unbiased observer.’ ‘If you’re uncomfortable we can stop this line of talk. But tell me honestly what you think are your best and worst body features. I won’t divulge such. Gail was sitting on a couch with her legs crossed tightly.I said, “Hi,” realizing immediately that my voice did not match my new look.She laughed, “It looks like we both need voice lessons,” in a poor attempt at raising her voice an octave or so. I sat next to her, leaning slightly, crossing my legs to the point that both my feet touched the floor. I felt so much like a woman sitting that way. Gail took my hand and we practiced talking for a while. A waiter offered us a glass of wine from his.