Kirsten lives only about twenty five miles from me.After we hung up, I couldn't stop thinking about Kirsten. She did give me her last name and suggest...d we become Facebook Friends. She warned me that her pictures on Facebook were several years old. I sent her a friend request as I looked her profile over. Not a bad looking gal at all. In fact, no matter what she looked like she had already drawn me in with her personality.As the evening went on and I thought more and more about her I had to do. Then she took more of my cock down her throat, nodding her head repeatedly as she did.She looked up, met my eyes and held them as she sucked away on me. I watched, entranced as she rotated her mouth around my shaft while taking me even deeper.I felt her blonde hair caress my thighs as she made a series of slurping noises while nodding her head over me. Glancing down I saw bubbles in the saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth before they dropped away to land on the slopes of her fabulous. "I love you, Mia," he whispered before his eyes closed and his face went slack. She could just barely make out the sound of his heart faltering in his chest. There was no time for hesitation; no time to ask for consent. If he rejected what he was about to receive, she would gladly stay outside with him until the sun's warm rays caressed their bodies. Biting deeply into her own tongue, Mia bent to give him the Gift with a kiss.When the deed was done and his heart had beat for the last time, she. Ruffles, bows, frills, and lace trim adorned each dress. Thefull skirts were made even fuller by the voluminous petticoats peekingout from underneath. The swish of our skirts even drowned out themonotonous baritone voice of the Preacher.We were perched atop patent leather Mary-Janes with four-inch heels.Our ruffled ankle socks, worn over nylon stockings, only drew furtherattention from the bug-eyed parishioners. Our hair-dos screamed 'LittleGirl', all done up in curly tendrils and dripping.