Soft... liquid... almost gelatinous. He tentatively lifted a globbet of the fluid in the air onto the stick."It... It could be alive? Extraterrestrial... alien life?!" Apparently so. The fluid was something like syrup, yet more viscous, definitely gelatinous. It was a pale, milky white. Almsot transparent when thinly spread, but cloudy in larger clumps. He watched fascinated as it flowed and oozed down the stick with a slithery, yet almost deliberate pace. If he didn't know any better, Jack would. I was soaked; it was raining fem-juices inside my cunt. I could feel my girly sap oozing and squelching and runnelling down my thighs and back into my arse hole for extra needed lubrication. My whole body clammy and sweat caked too; like the two guys doing me fully together.I had never felt so alive, so in myself and yet trying to get out of myself. My climax was my only possible release valve. There is ultimate sex and I was in it. I was condensed to my true whorette soul. Then my two steppies. I didn’t have the energy to move so I just lay there over the tree trunk legs apart and his semen and my juices pouring out of me onto the sand.OH MY GOD he’d moved back towards me and was now licking the juices from my body his harsh tongue licking my inner thighs and now moving upwards to my pussy…OH SHIT!He was licking my asshole and flicking my outer pussy lips with his long tongue.OH CHRIST! I was getting turned on again; I leant on the trunk, reached back and spread myself for him once. To pull this off, we would need a replacement show for Jackson Heights for next March. Lincoln is putting on SWEET CHARITY, too adult for the kids at Jackson. I have slotted out the next four years on my computer. That includes my first year at the Mansion, while finished at Lincoln.I tuned back into the sing-along, we were coming up on the song that I thought Isabel could rock, “My New Philosophy”... SALLY“Oh, yeah. That’s what you think.”SCHROEDER“What?”SALLYThat’s my new philosophy “Oh,.