So here I was, staring down at the plain headstone marker that merely read Ashton Jones. That was it. No birth date, no death date, just a name. But w...hat do you expect for someone who had tortured and killed hundreds of people? The bastard was lucky to even have a marked grave. I checked my watch. It was nearing midnight. Time to get started. Notice: if this story appears anywhere outside of XNXX.com or Nicola Matthews own personal website www.NicolaMatthews.webs.com or her personal blog. "What the hell?" you snapped.I couldn't stop now, I had to finish. After a few more seconds, the urine stopped flowed and I stood proudly looking at you."Sir, what did you just do?" Enough," I replied. "I've got to have you."I grabbed you and pulled you down on top of me. The two kissed as you pushed my arms down to my sides, holding them in place."We shouldn't be doing this sir," you whispered as you allowed my cock to rub between the cheeks of your bottom. You lifted yourself slightly and. "I even remember talking to you in your dreams. Telling you that I could never be mad at you, and that I love you..." This cannot be happening," she cried."I even remember you telling me that I wasn't trying to wake up any more, that I was taking a turn for the worse, and that you wanted me to TRY to wake up."She bent over me, and hugged me tight."Then I wasn't just dreaming all that?" she asked."No, Mary. Well, you were dreaming, but we were both dreaming it. At the same time. We were. I have come to want it very much, and yet I'm so nervous and afraid. These are my feelings -- my mixed emotions -- both for her, and about finally going 'all the way' with her:I thought of you today after the lovely lunch we sharedThe way you looked, and all the things you saidWhen you urged me yet again to take our friendship all the wayAnd share the scintillating splendor of two women together in bed.We've been friends for so long, and yet I never knewThis side of you, that you've finally let.