Then I roll over, turning my back to him. I close my eyes tightly, trying desperately to dispell all of the images from my dream that are now flashing...through my head. I flinch when I feel his hand on my shoulder, not having heard him come up to my bed. He pulls my on my arm slightly and I comply by rolling over to look up at him. I stare silently at him, trying to hide my hurt and knowing that I'm failing miserably. With a gentleness I wasn't expecting, he bends over and presses his lips. I then adjusted the shower head so the stream of water would rinse her hair thoroughly. Wanda giggled and said the spray of water was tickling her tits and making her nipples hard. She had rather large tits that sagged a bit, but they were lovely and mouth-watering to me. I told Wanda to turn and face me so I could see her nipples. When she turned around my mouth immediately went to her tits, one after the other, and I hungrily sucked on one nipple and then the other while my tongue massaged. .. Ialways wore my hair long, and I as so small and thin, my round face anda little lipstick completed the illusion, I loved the feeling of herstockings on my smooth legs tottering about in her high heels, my littlecock had gotten so hard it poked out the side of the antique-pink lacypanties I had found. I had to grab the end of my little cock to stopfrom getting my juice on thse things, with it running down my hand as Itried to keep it from dripping I had licked it off my hand. It had. It was no use. I had pulled my cell phone out of the bag I carried on my shoulder with my ID and keys. I called 911 between working on his chest and breathing into his mouth. I don't know if I was doing it right or not. I was just doing what I had learned years before when I was in school. No go. He was gone.The EMTs arrived in about eight minutes. I checked my cell phone. They too scrambled down the bank and tried to revive him. They worked on him as they took him up the bank to a gurney. They.