Head Cuckold turned when I drove down the street. The car is how I wound up dating Deborah Ann Page (our minister's daughter). She was attracted to the car a lot more than she was to me. But I didn't mind too much. Deborah really loved that car and since I was on the desi approved list of people she could date; I was able to take her out. She really liked the captain of the football team, I knew, but her parents didn't allow her to date jocks. Deborah was also a senior who had planned to go to a large university several hundred miles away in the fall. I pretty much knew that would spell the end of our relationship but I savored it while it lasted. Deborah was a tall girl with legs up to you know where with white wife long blonde hair that had a little curl on the end. Holding hands, kisses on the lips and hugging her had been the extent of my physical contact with her up to now. But I could fantasize of a whole lot more than that. I had seen Deborah before lunch at school on this Friday and saw that she looked real pale. She had a congenital heart defect, I knew, and took medication associated with her condition. I talked with her a few minutes before the bell rang for our next class. We talked about where we would go on our Saturday night date. My eyes watched as she strolled to class. She was wearing a pink short sleeved sweater, gray pleated skirt and black medium height heels. Ah; such a picture of loveliness. But about 2:30PM I heard the sound of the ambulance approaching the school. At that point I didn't know who it was coming for. Only after school was out at 3:00PM did I hear that Deborah had collapsed and was taken indian to the hospital. I rushed over to the hospital and went to the emergency waiting room. Deborah's father, mother and grandmother were there waiting. I called my boss at the imwf mill to tell him I wouldn't be there today. At about 4PM the doctor came out and told the Pages that Deborah's condition wasn't improving; her heart was just giving out. The staff was doing everything they could. Everyone sat there praying for Deborah. I sat there with Deborah's family thinking why her and why now! At about 8PM the doctor came out again. He sat us all down to tell us that Deborah had died a few minutes before; her heart had just quit beating. Everyone began crying and sobbing and I heard the doctor ask Rev Page which Funeral Home would be handling the arrangements. He replied that Thompson's would be the one. The doctor then left the room. After speaking to the Page's again; I started home but I continued to think about Deborah. Gee; I would like to have made out with her and felt of all her luscious body. He clearly was hard as white wife a rock through his pants and he asked me to suck at it through his pants. She looked down desi at herself in time to see the satyr poised above the geisha. "Now . . .as you watch me . . . She had cum so hard that she was out for the count. Have a little rest for a minute.” Before long she was breathing slowly and deeply. After a short while, his hands moved to her sides, from under her arms to the outside of her thighs. Otherwise she wouldn’t be a very good Princess. “Where were you gonna hang out?” Jason climbed over her chest and lifting her head placed indian his moist cock in her mouth. As if my words were a cue for my new found sex creature it's tentacles reacted with lightning speed. I had plenty of Cuckold money in the bank, so not imwf working wasn’t a problem, the problem was that I knew I had become a total mess and didn’t know how to change it. To think that she didn’t even play any more was gut wrenching. Are you hungry?” The thin dress she wore today would stick to her like glue if she put it on now. She tried to speak but nothing but an in audible mumble came out. Instead, he admired how well she took him, her pink pussy wrapping around his dick like a glove. My daddy went fishing this weekend and didn't take me.”