By now, I was sick and tired of her calling the shots; always pushing me around, telling me what to do. Next time, it would be lots of sex alright, bu...t not sex her way. It's be sex my way!And so today, such thoughts were going through my mind as I looked down on the naked lady all laid out before me. I urged her over onto her stomach and I knelt behind her with my hard cock at the ready, hardly able to keep my excitement in check. I went about tying her to the bed while sporting one painfully. I remember thinking how odd it was she didn’t use my name, just asked, “Mister, are you all right?”I remember looking up at her ... God, she was so beautiful. Somehow, even more beautiful now than she had been back then.But ... but ... then I remembered reading in the local paper that “former Savannah resident Jessica Beck, now living in Houston, Tx.,” had died a year or two ago from cancer.THAT was when I knew I was also dead ... and didn’t care since apparently now Jessie and I could be. Some of them were complete with wigs and heels, others werejust the lingerie. Panties. Bras. Stockings. Garters. Slips.Camisoles. Bustiers.I couldn't help the oozing in my panties. I couldn't imagine everfeeling that incredible, to wear those kinds of things.I was overcome with the urges.A short fifteen minutes later, I walked out of there with almost eightydollars worth of lingerie under my boy clothes. A bralette, panties,and thigh-high stockings. I'd also grabbed two lipsticks from. Things were rapidly heading in a direction that a straight-laced mother of two from the suburbs was not usually seen in. The dope was doing quite a job on me, and the room was so warm and comfortable. So what if not one but two sets of women were making out right in front of me? So what if there were more drugs in the room than in all of Columbia? I didn’t feel completely like leaving. “Looks like somebody’s lonely,” Karen said. In my doped up state, I just now noticed that Karen and Delia had.