But were there showers in heaven? She remembered her car, and the train; she must be dead. She didn't feel dead, but she didn't know what dead felt li...e, so that was no help.Her vision cleared, and she recognized Cutie's bathroom. The shower was running in her best friend's bathroom, and somehow, Janelle was there. Another sound came to her: Cutie crying. If her friend was crying, Janelle, even dead, wanted to help and comfort her. She moved toward the shower, and passed through the translucent. " Joy disappeared from view. What must she be thinking? Listen, I need to talk to her about, well, what she saw." Not until I'm done." Inga renewed her attack. She licked the length of my erection, and then tongue-lashed the underside of the head.My hips bounced from the carpet. "Slow down." Are you going to spurt? I want to make you spurt."What else does plumbing do?She pumped furiously with her fist. "Cum on, just like in the shower."Inga's attention was too much. Streams of cum flew up, gobs. Father often said that womenwere creatures of paint and illusion!"When he told you that, you had thought of an entirely different part of awoman's body. Growing up seeing women in their full skirts, as a smallchild you had thought the lower halves of women's bodies filled those biground shapes. Then, one day out walking with your nanny, you watched awoman sit down on a bench and saw her entire round skirt compress beneathher as if it was completely empty inside. While you stared inastonishment,. My hands glided down to her butt cheeks and squeezed. Carmina followed my lead. Our pelvic bones were pressed together, and we started to rock up and down against each other. "I have to pee," she said. "Me too," I noted. But she didn't move toward the toilet. I felt warm liquid on my shins and feet. OMG, she had let go right there. What the heck, I thought and opened my sphincter. The heat ran down my thighs. I slid my hands between her cheeks and played with her ass hole until while we both.