Colleen told me much of what you shared with them, and I was struck by several things. She says the boy whose body you inhabit was "killed" by his fat...er and you surmise that you two died at the exact same time, somehow causing your soul, for lack of a better word, to be placed into his body. I don't have any idea how that could be true, but I am old enough to know that the things I don't know far exceed what I can imagine, so I CHOOSE to simply accept it, for the time being.If you are. The roads on which they would travel were mostly pot-holed and sometimes barely roads at all, but at least this route along England's decaying road network was cost-free. It was far too expensive to use the motorways that were generally for the exclusive use of commercial transport and the relatively wealthy. And even if cost was no obstacle, a vehicle such as the one in which Tamara was travelling would never have been permitted through a tollbooth.The other travellers on the coach came from. And sure enough, beneath the thin fabric is the black corset with all of its confines. Her eyes drift lower, down her shirt to her legs and they too are still covered with the sexy black sheer stockings. Her hands slide down her legs over them, she can’t help it. The feeling sends jolts through her legs and up through her crotch into her core. Her pussy already starts to heat up and leak just a little.Oh my legs feel so sexy.Veronica shakes her head. She can’t get caught up in the sexy feeling. Did I really want her to come? Yes, absolutely. Was I sure she was downstairs, Maybe and maybe not but I seriously wanted her to come.The truth is I played my cards right, I was a gentleman, I was helpful at the points where I should be, its just that it seems like she isn’t ready yet. By ready yet, I mean to come over, I had already been to her place like 3 times, spent time with her friends, made out a few times but not as much as we both wanted.I rushed to the balcony of my house and looked.