"You wearing them yet?" she called from outside."Yes, I've got them on," I replied.I had worn the garments for barely a few seconds when I felt odd. A...trange sensation flowed through me. My insides were stirring, as if theywere being rearranged. But that was nothing compared to what followed. Ifelt a sensation in my groin that caused me to reach down.What I felt was unbelievable, but when it dawned on me what washappening, my heart soared. My penis was shrinking and being suckedinwards. My. ‘Fuck, I’m not ready!’ ‘Arf?’ Cerberus barked consolingly. ‘What are you doing here? Quick, you need to be at the gate. Shit, I need to be at the gate. And there’s still… Damnitt, music, I forgot music. Quickly he ran and fumbled with a disc of Wynton Marsalis and Barry Manilow, because even in the land of death, there are proper clichés. With a flurry of movement, he tripped over the couch, knocking himself smartly over the head. Cerberus let out a whine and then cautiously licked his face. I bounce a little, rubbing the crotch of my jeans against his erection. Very happy. Heading to superlatively happy, because he's walking us towards the bedroom.This isn't time for finesse and subtlety. We undress ourselves. He pushes me back on the bed and attacks my titties, my woefully small titties, at least that is what I think of them sometimes until Dan gets them."Face. Mouth." I finally speak, breathless. As soon as he gets close enough, I pull his face to mine. I'm wiggling, trying to. “Angel. I now want you to put your finger inside yourself. Pretend that it’s my hot shaft gently penetrating your moist, hot channel.”Hearing that, she opened her shapely legs up, even more. He saw her insert one finger. Then, after a couple of thrusts, she inserted another and, finally, she added a third finger. The look on her face was one of pleasure. The kind of pleasure a sensual woman who knows how to satisfy herself will get. He liked that.“Angel. How does that feel?” he asked curiously..