Having been widowed 7 months prior when her husband Roger was killed in a car accident, she had grown accustomed to spending the long snowy winter nig...ts alone. Never had she imagined herself becoming a widow at the age of only 27. Not in a million years. Burying Roger, the man she loved more than life itself after being married less than a year as well as being the same age as her was the single hardest thing she had ever been faced with in her entire life. He was her one and only. They had. "Are you alright?" she probed.She knew the answer and Casey merely looked away, sensing tears soon tocome. He didn't want her to see him cry. "Don't cry!" his father had always scolded, and somehow the scoldinghad always seemed to make it that much harder to hold back tears. Asdid the memory of it.Casey and his father never had the best relationship. In truth, Betsycouldn't imagine how anyone could say they loved Mr. Jones. In factone of the reasons she liked Casey so much - loved him. She knows that Jenny had to see her research supervisor. It looks as if she had to leave and get ready for the meeting.Cathy looks around one more time for Jenny's spiky dark drown bobbed hair but all she can see is a young man with a shaven head. Or at least she thinks it's a young man. She looks closer, puzzled by the androgynous figure and sees that it's not a man, it's a girl? The more she looks, the more familiar the figure seems. Cathy approaches her as the woman turns her head. It is. Suddenly her heart was pounding faster when a wicked little smile creased his lips.Without waiting another second, she dropped to her knees before him, her pink tongue darting out to swoop away the drop of creamy nectar that oozed from the eye of his lust-hardened prick. Then her pouty red lips sipped teasingly around the ballooning knob at the end of his cock. He carefully lowered himself to the ground, so as not to lose those moist, sensuous lips on his burning cock for even an instant.For.