I held out my hands and she looked down. Just as she started to hold up her hand to mine, I let the keys drop and they fell ... slow...I turned and left her standing on the snowy steps. I didn't care who saw me. I didn't care what anyone thought. I had to get to the house and a little snow wasn't going to stop me.I could feel my body pumping, running, moving. The roads were slick, but not enough to make me go sliding past the turn. I got past the bridge, past the slow rise and saw a horrific sight, something no one should ever see.The house was ablaze. Smoke poured out of broken windows and flames reached for the sky.The fire truck had just stopped and the volunteer firemen were moving so slow, so very slow.I was next to the truck. Looking around, I noticed the shovel Ryan had been using to clear the driveway but he was nowhere to be seen. I went around back, no one was there. I circled the house twice more, looking to see if anyone had made it out. Nothing. I was inside and went up. She told me she was getting close but wasn't quite there yet so I picked up my tempo so maybe we could cum together. As she sped up so did I. And the her first little bit came out and then she began squirting and I began exploding too we were both cumming like crazy and she fell out of her chair and actually blacked out. She lay on the floor eyes closed and unmoving. I was a bit worried but as I saw her breast shaking and her chest raising and falling rather quickly I knew she wasn't dead.Once she woke up she looked around and noticed she was on FB she saw me on the camera and asked what happened. I told her she squirted. She looked at me quizzically and then said, "I don't squirt I never have and I don't know anyone that has." I tried to convince her that she had squirted but she refused to believe me. I suggested maybe that I could visit her and she thought about it and said I could visit on one condition. I had to admit that she hadn't squirted. I decided I wanted to meet her in.
She, mom, told me that she knew that I wanted to, from time to time, wearcarols dresses but never had the nerve; how the hell do mothers knowthings like this?She said that now was my chance... Grandma probably would never be able tosee that I was not Carol and her hearing was not that good so my voicewould not give me away. I thought it over for about a half hour, actuallyabout one minute but didn't want to seem too anxious so I waited forabout a half hour before answering that I would, but under the conditionthat no one, I repeat, no one, was to know about it.She agreed. And an hour later I was wearing a denim skirt and a whitesleeveless shirt, my hair was in the style Carol usually wore and I waswearing her pink sneakers with a pair of scrunch sox. I was quite nervous but other than that...I felt good wearing my sister'sclothes... finally.Grandma never even blinked an eye when she saw me. I will assume that allshe saw was a sort of blur owing to her very poor eyesight. After.