He was due to be cremated in just one hour. His funeral pyre was being built right now. It was to be a ceremony like no other on Killjops. Once the fi...re was lit, I would transfer the mass to his brain and Carmaletta would be safe. I only hoped that too much of her brain was not eaten away by this spore. I put Carmaletta and the mass into a very deep sleep, deeper even than the hibernation. Her breathing slowed to about a breath every 2 minutes and her heartbeat was down to 7 beats per minute.I. You remind meof my niece. You could be her twin. You definitely must meet her when shereturns." I'd love to Aunt Miriam. I feel like I must be a girl just like her." You are. Now come sit on the bed, Martina."I sat on the bed and Miriam sat down next to me and gave me a deep, long,tongue kiss. It was nice being the girl. I had nothing to worry about.Miriam would be in control and I just had to be as feminine as I couldbe, and that was not hard to do considering the feel of my wonderfuldress and. I was holding her hips and thrusted her hard. Molly was moaning and soon I was close to orgasm. She felt it. She turned on her back, and put my cock into her mouth. I looked at her amazing tight cleavage and in no time I sprayed all my juice into her mouth. However Molly was not satisfied. She wanted more. She had not had orgasm that evening yet. She wanted me to knead her boobs. She pressed her mound against my chest, she kissed me, she need me to touch her and lick her. I did my best do. She had graduated three years ago from Beachville Academy with a perfect 4.0 grade point and had been accepted to Harvard. She had graduated a year early with a degree in art history and had found the perfect job, managing a museum in France. That was where she had met the perfect man, Jean-Claude and she would become his perfect wife in just four months. Everything was perfect. She hopped out of the car and smiled into the bouquet of roses that she’d bought at the florist shop. Jean-Claude.