I have no doubt that if he were involved, his big love would have crept in — your middle name for sure would have been Mahler. I would have fought t...at battle with him, but I would have lost. I can’t listen to Symphony No. 10, the one that was unfinished when Mahler died and a scholar put together many years later, without thinking of you. In fact, that symphony largely describes me. I have been in pieces for a long time, and a wise and gifted friend is helping me sort it all out just by. You struggle and you scream but it doesn't make any difference. I have a finger up inside your pussy now and it is so wet I quickly slide a second one and then a third finger in. I am shoving them up and into you and out again as you start to push against them with your hips, humping my hand. My friend is lapping you up and down between the crack of your ass and rubbing his cock at the same time as you feel my fingers slide out of you and start to rub your clitoris, first up and down,. Next thing I know I’m standing here like a bloody lemon in front of your not-so-pearly pearly gates.”“Mmmm,” The Voice sounded somewhat cautious all of a sudden, “Are you a test?”“What’d’yer mean, am I a test?”“Someone testing how we’re implementing the new system, because this all sounds like a blessed set-up to me.”“What new system?”“New entry program ... Upstairs imposed it on us very recently and Downstairs had to go along with it, everything’s changed and we’re still learning the blessed. What did you hope my response would be?’ Her voice was soft and smooth, not the slightest hint of tension. ‘I was hoping you would take me in your arms and make love to me right then and there.’ There was a slight flutter behind her eyelids that suggested she was picturing this happening. ‘Were you wet and ready for me?’ She seemed to blush just a bit as she said,’ Yes I was.’ ‘Emily, are you wet now?’ Her face flushed just a bit more. ‘I think so. I mean, I have that little tingle down there.