His hands wereexploring my body, they felt so strong and confident through the thinmaterial of my dress. Somehow we managed to move so that I could si... onthe edge of the bed with him standing in front of me. Both my hands werejust enough to envelope his cock which I couldn't take my eyes off. Hekicked off his shoes and his trousers fell to the floor.That was the point from which I knew their was no return, but my weeks ofdressing like a girl had obviously prepared me for what was to follow.. In short, while he hates it, he has resigned himself to the fact that he is a geek.After I finished undressing, I looked in the mirror and had to admit, with no vanity intended, that I still look pretty damn good for a woman in her thirties. My hair was still its natural blonde color, and my eyes were still as blue… and fortunately my face hadn’t started showing the cracks and lines that the stress of Paul’s father leaving us could have caused. My 34 C breasts hadn’t started to sag at all, and. Her head turned to the left, then ahead, then to the right. Blurry vision detected something that hadn’t been there before. Squinting to focus, she saw a figure standing at the distant corner of the supermarket -- a man? Smoking a cigarette?He, too, was oblivious of her, posing no immediate threat. As close to her orgasm as she was, the aroused teenage girl continued building the lust blossoming between her thighs. Visions of the guy standing next to her, laying atop her, lured her finger tips. Like many preachers he had a tendency to flamboyance and his suicide should be one that would attract attention. He decided to drive his car over a cliff. A nice explosion that nobody could miss, just like in the movies.But some plans just don't ever come to fruition. As Bill crossed Main Street he was so engrossed in his impending death that he didn't notice the fire engine roaring up the avenue. Indeed he passed from one plane of existence to the next so quickly that he never even knew it was.