It sucks to be in that situation and to be alone. Since I had resigned myself to my fate I decided to call upon Hel. Hel is the Norse Goddess of Death...and the Underworld. She’s the daughter of Loki. I’ve always had respect for her since I learned that in the Eddas Odin had high praise for her respectfulness and character. It was he who gave her the Underworld. She is one of the three Goddess’s I venerate. They are: Freyja, sweet Sunna, and Hel.I began singing under my breath a shamanic spirit. Leroy Jenkins looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Bill Brasky. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Bill Brasky. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Leroy Jenkins walked over to the window and looked down. Bill Brasky was gone.----o0o---- Just yonder, Bill Brasky was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind Leroy. She was feeling his body again as if it were the first time. His hands felt better than she imagined. He was warm and smelled exactly the same as she remembered. She was in love with him all over again and they did not even need to speak. She held him closer. She felt him draw her closer and she felt the stiffness in his pants against her lower belly.She looked up at him and he looked at her. Both of them stared at each other, wanting and needing. Sissy put her lips on his and kissed him. And suck me. Please. I need you." Your lips part and I watch as your tongue softly licks and probes the very tip of me. I feel light-headed as I watch you tease me. Your hand closes lightly around my shaft and I feel the delicious tightness as you draw back my foreskin to fully expose me to your darting tongue. I gasp as I feel your tongue lap at the sensitive spot on the underside of my swollen head. I know that you are barely touching me but I sense that you could make me come even with this.