Closing her eyes against the brightness she waited for the flames to go but they remained. ‘My soul is pure,’ she repeated desperately, almost sh...uting now in her panic. They had to let her through eventually right? The next group would be coming through soon. ‘Prove it,’ the voice challenged from behind her. ‘How? How do I prove it?’ ‘Let go of the rope and step into the fire. The fire will only burn the impurities in your soul. If you’re pure then you will pass through unscathed.’ Staring. I suspected that seductive little feminine Imp was waiting for me to make a major mistake and she would give it to me good and proper up deep in my behind and laughing at my discomfort the entire time.It had been a long time since I had been to church, but I found myself inside the church one early Saturday morning talking to the old priest that seemed disbelieving of my long involved story about the sex addicted Imp out on the Rural Free Delivery route and he was obviously uncomfortable about. It was difficult though, as there was virtually no traction under the shower. Paul curled his hand under her thigh to hold it up. The kiss broke off as their activity grew wilder, but it was difficult to maintain that position in a slippery shower and they had to pause a couple of times while they regained their balance. Paul took these lulls as chances to actually fondle Marcy's wonderful butt, rather than use it as a handle to secure her pelvis. The pauses gave them, among other things, a. GOD how I want you. I want this perfect fucking body over me… I want bury myself inside your perfection … I would do anything to have you … to keep you …”She licked across my lips. “ … tell me that of the three of us girls … that I’m the one you want …”Ah – it came down to that. I knew what she needed … “God yes”, I told her, “YOU are the one that I want … you are perfection …”She looked into my eyes. “… Mitch … you could take me, right here, right now … I mean …” she bit her lower lip and.