" Yes sweetheart," I held her right hand in mine, using my left to caress her hand and forearm, "they're both gone. You will be too, soon. But it won'... hurt, I promise." Despite my reassurance tears began to trickle down her lovely cheeks."I don't want them to be dead." Her voice remained quiet and measured even through the tears."It's really all for the best. Don't be scared - there's no reason to cry"She sniffed back her tears. "I don't think I want to die." She said softly.Perhaps she didn't. I told her I might be back through here and she gave me her number and told me to call her. I grinned and said I surely would call her as I looked down at her over my tilted sunglasses. She seemed to melt at my answer but I had no time for this now.As I rode out of town, I tried to make a mental note of the town name Bajir. The rest of the ride took 3 hours. When I pulled into Sparta, I found the street address of the church. I scoped out the church area where the revival was going to be. The. Everything went well between us for the next couple of years until she moved out of the house next door . She said to me when I helped her move that it was closer to her work,but I think she knew that she and I were getting too close. A few years later, low and behold she found another man and got married again,soon after she had another child and yes it was a girl. Mark started drinking and doing drugs and was showing interest in her oldest child. Barbra became more distant from him, spending. My tits were firm and swollen with a strong desire to be held and caressed by Chase, but that wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon. I grabbed a push-up bra and beige panties that covered most of my ass. In any woman’s lingerie drawer she has three types of undies: The every day, usually satin or silk un-seeable through khakis and slim dresses, the PMS variety, large, cotton and able to withstand a nuclear attack, and the kind men imagine to be in our drawers but I only wear when I know I’m.