.Now, before I describe the waiting room, you have to understand what Isee there isnt what you might see if you went there. The place shapesitself aro...nd your concepts and ideas, your culture and religion, yourhopes and your fears.The waiting room is life's last illusion, that once you go beyond itthere is only the Real, for better or worse.What I see is a stage, with a lectern, and the willing dead are theaudience, waiting to see what I'll say, what I want, who I need.I do my best.I tell them. We were all set for this late Spring trip when dad suddenly had to go away on business.We were all heart broken, but we owned the cabin so all we had to do was wait an extra week or two!Dad broke the worse news: He had rented out the cabin like on time share. If the rest of us didn't use our week, we would have to wait several more months.So, mom and Val and I drove up there as soon as dad left for his trip.From the very beginning, Val was acting antsy, and he couldn't keep his eyes off me.It. . uh ... plumbing was working.”“Yes?” said Valerie, with no trace of embarrassment. “You told me it is.”“Yes. And you said you wanted me to keep an eye on him ... to make sure he didn’t get depressed.”“I did.”“You also told Bob not to feel guilty about me ... um ... testing him.”“Are you still there, Honey?” she asked. “You’re not talking.”“Your mom seems to be articulating things pretty well,” I said.“No she’s not. I don’t understand what she’s getting at at all,” said Val.“How much. That feels wild to me,” he said. She smiled to herself as she licked and swallowed his erect cock. She reached up and felt his chest and as he did her fingered around until she found his nipples. As she sucked him off, she toyed with one of his nipples, making it harder and harder then ever. “Oh fuck man, I wish I could do that to you. I mean if it makes you feel like I’m feeling.” She took her mouth off his cock and sat upright, her boobs rested on her chest. “Do you?” she said. “Then go ahead.