And I just kind of went with that for a while until I was 15, and I met this senior boy and we kind of had a thing for a while. He didn't even mind my...gender actually which was cool. We got drunk together a lot, and fucked quite a bit as well. I got alot of practice out of it, which was fairly amazing. I was still flat chested, completely hairless and i remember i was fairly tan back then with short black hair. He was also the first pwrson who ever made me cum in chastity. I was so surprised by. She paused at the doorway to the lounge and watched as Emma looked out of the window, her body swaying as she sat at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys as she played what Lauren thought to be Chopin. She walked in silently and sat on the sofa, laying her head on the top of the cushions as she watched, listened and dreamed as the powerful storm was calmed by the music indoors. Emma played for almost five minutes before Lauren sensed that something was not right. Emma. My critics felt that was the only explanation for her quick death.Then came the rumors about my obvious motive. It was just happenstance that I had changed jobs a couple of months before her illness and death. My new job had pretty good benefits, but life insurance wasn't one of them. I found a pretty good deal on life insurance for me. It was even cheaper if I gave my wife equal coverage. My critics never cared about those facts. They only cared that I had bought really good life insurance for. She rolled over to take a peek at the old fashioned alarm clock beside the bed. It took a moment for her eyes to focus before she made out that it was only 4:30 AM. She rolled back over onto her back and closed her eyes, thinking back to the rather…intense dream she just had. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs and she couldn’t resist reaching a hand down to it. She slipped her fingers under her panties, her thumb hooking on trim of the bikini cut underwear, and began rubbing at.