No bodies or human remains of any sort were ever recovered from the ruins of the house. By the time the fire had burned itself out, there was nothing ...left but a thin layer of fine, gray ash, confined mostly within the four rows of bricks which held the house slightly off the wet ground.Not finding the bodies was probably best. That prevented an argument as to where to bury the couple. Her family was part of the elite of Natchez. His pedigree was from the other side of the river and a little. I dressed inwhite bra and garter belt, inserting my breast forms in my bra and slidingdark tan sheer stockings up my smooth hairless legs. I stepped into silkypink nylon high-waist panties (these allow plenty of room for growth!).Then I slipped into a cerise slip (actually it was bought as a nightie). Iput on a black blouse, but didn't bother with a skirt as my slip more orless covered my stocking-tops. On with my 3" heels, some tarty lipstickand a spritz of perfume. Then into the lounge to. She looked down at her empty glass, and then said,“What the fuck. I am here for a good time, why not.”After the second drink, she began to feel a little buzzand became a little bolder. “What do you think ofhaving sex on a first date? She asked.“I’m all for it,” the guy replied. Moria looked the guy in the eye and asked, “Do youthink I’m sexy?”“Yes, I do,” he said.“Then buy me another drink,” she teased.He laughed. He. Before the evening I was very nervous but finally knocked on the door and waited to see who would open it. I was surprised when George opened the door; he was 10 years older than me, but very hot and sexy. After a couple of glasses of red wine, with butterflies in my stomach he suggested we stand up and caress each other. We kissed my first every man to man kiss, not as soft as a woman, harder, even desperate, but defiantly hot. George slowly undid my shirt, button by button pinching and.