I slipped off the skirt and blouse, donned panties, loose black trousers and a thick, shapeless sweater. I felt somehow better and decided I ought to ...ake sure my weapon was at hand but unseen. She arrived promptly at 8pm and she looked good. She was wearing trousers that were beige and came to about six inches above little, brown boots with a small brass buckle on each side. Under a dark brown leather blouson jacket was a simple, white t shirt. We kissed in the doorway then she came into the. "Immortality. And real immortality, not just the bogus crap all those spiritualists peddle back home. Isn't there an allure? Wouldn't there be?"She'd spent the early evening giving him, as much as her memory allowed, a word-for-word recounting of her talk with Joe. The idea had clung strongly in her mind. "My granny knew so much," she'd told him. "I still remember talking to her about stuff when I was in my 'teens, in my twenties, and she'd pitch in with little homilies about how it was when. A couple of minutes later Mike changed his mind and decided that he wanted to have the other slut so without ceremony he went into his mate's room and they changed sluts.I was still downstairs sitting on the sofa. Soon I heard the sounds of vigorous hard fucking from the two bedrooms with both sluts competing with each other about who could groan the louder under the fucking. Inspite of our "open" relationship we'd "agreed" on the exploits upstairs had my heart racing with emotions.So perhaps. Terri bobbled her head and spun around, thrusting her ass towards Richie."All right," Jason said, his voice exhibiting a slight quaver for the first time. "Let's go."As one, they marched down the hallway, their silence broken only by Terri's occasional soft giggle. As the archway drew closer, and they caught a glimpse of what lay beyond, even Terri subsided, her eyes widening. She knew it should be familiar to her, but her memories of it were part of all that clutter that Richie had so.