Now I have a great view of your breasts and pussy and very easy access to both.I walk back to the dressing table and take a cube of ice from the ice b...cket. I hold the ice cube high above you and wait for the first icy-cold droplet to run off the cube and down onto your tummy. You squeal as the droplet lands and I place the cube close to your nipple. The cold makes it instantly hard and I run the ice around it in circles. You twist and turn against the restraints but rather than relent I do the. "What do you suppose they're up to?" she inquired rhetorically, not really wanting to know."Oh, probably no good," Miranda chuckled, "Oh, that reminds me. I really should let Wraith out again. He hates spending Halloween night all cooped up in his ball." Or your 'dex," chuckled Misty as her lover reached for the small metal orb on her belt."I'd buy a new one," the courier commented, holding the gray and black ball in two fingers and looking at it contemplatively, "but he'd probably take it over. I lazily swam around for what seemed like hours, but was onlyforty minutes or so, relishing the feel of the water on my newbody and the stiffness it brought to my nipples, though it didmanage to quench the fire that was building in my crotch.I got out of the pool and dried most of the water off my bodythen laid the towel over a lawn chair and settled down on thechair to sunbathe. I thought the seclusion of our backyardwould afford me some privacy, so I wriggled out of the upperpart of the. He pulled him to the carpet and began CPR. But it was no use, the man was gone. Had it been a heart attack? Sudden stroke? An embolism, perhaps? The shrink had no idea. He managed to pull up his pants and then the corpse's before he called 911. He was protected; there would be no legal repercussions. The rich son-of-a-bitch had insured that. No – she wasn't a bitch, she was a sweet loving, giving mother while she was living. Her ghost, such as her son had invoked/invented in his own.