Not a lot, just enough to fishtail a bit and clip the blade of the snow plow traveling in the opposite direction, which caused her car to spin around ...and crash into a telephone pole. The blessing, so the authorities claimed, was that it was over in a second. Painless. Maybe driving too fast, trying to get home in time to get the call from her daughter. Maybe a particularly slick part of the road. Who knows? Who cares at the point? All I knew was that Becky was gone, and my life was over too. I. Besides, his life and body wasn't that bad, maybe the new inhabitant would even learn to adapt to being a man, she may even like it more than he did.Jack made a date with Loraine for lunch. She was eager to meet this good-looking, successful, young executive. He looked like he could be good in bed. Jack picked her up and they went to a quiet restaurant across the street and had a very pleasant lunch. Jack let her talk about herself and listened closely. Jack heard all the right things, she. Not to a girl I barely knew.So as far as I was concerned, she could talk all night and I’d listen. Well, not listen, exactly. More like, I wouldn’t interrupt. And besides, Vanessa had a lovely accent. Not as lovely as Imogen’s, but lovely nonetheless. I said as much to her as we finally entered the town. She had either run out of things to say or had taken a breather before her next aural assault. I suspected it was the latter.“Thanks!” She positively beamed at my compliment.“You’re from. Hands flung out to her sides clutched the sheets as her back and neck bent and her barks came through clenched teeth. Then with a cry, Genevieve came.Controlling my desire to come, I continued to use her through her orgasm until her back and neck began to relax. Her wordless cries of orgasm became gasps for air as my thrusts continued to drive the breath from her lungs. Genevieve was still recovering from her orgasm when I threw her legs to one side, grabbed her hips and pulled her up upon her.