Francesca sure was a fox, thought Alice, a proper Meditteranean sexpot, and here she was writhing in her hijacked corporeal form. Lucinda appeared cat...tonic, lost in thrall to the oscillating flow of pure pleasure that engulfed her. Alice sharply broke away, her pussy was sore and she had things she needed to show and tell Alice, so that she had a selective understanding of it all, her suicide, the beyond and her bodily resurrection. “Time to float my gal...don’t be scared it saves me a lot of. Hey BT you there? Yeah I’m here look I’m not sucking all afternoon and then fucking all night, he laughs ok, and I want a lock in the bathroom and it better smell nice and no videos. He says ah ok no videos, but how about fantasy #2 you want that videoed? I’m not fucking 12 guys no way; he says no just me, Biggie, and his crew and maybe one other crew seven at the most. Oh my god I can’t believe we’re planning this, no video coach and only four I don’t want it videoed ok? He says it’s your. I could feel his cock pushing into my lower tummy as it lay there sandwiched between us.He moved up and soon his chest was over my face, this time it was his cock and hips that were moving around my chest. I could feel his cock dragging over my breasts, the head, slightly wet at the end, touching and jerking along my smooth white skin. I stuck my tongue out to lick his chest as it moved from side to side over my face. I felt his cock touching my throat. He moved up some more; it pushed against. Finally, when I was fully clothed, I looked at him nervously. His face was tentative and maybe even a little embarassed. You must be Ken Wesson, he said. I nodded. He shook his head back and forth a few times... Damndest thing I ever saw. Me too, I said, And I didn' t even see it! He chuckled softly at that, then gestured to the door. C' mon, there' s somebody waiting to see you. We walked silently down the corridor and into the same squadroom where I had told him my story. Seated at the same.