As I spectated her pert little bum on its journey out of the bedroom, I noticed she was walking strangely, as though trying to keep her legs together....After passing through the doorway, Mel turned round and looked at me. “Aren’t you coming to watch?” she asked.After the fuss Mel had made that morning about me watching her peeing, even though I hadn’t really seen anything, that was the last thing I was expecting.One of my semi-regular assignations was a big fan of water-sports. They didn’t do. “How did you get them to stay hard all night?” he asked. “I used a cream,” she admitted, strutting closer to him in her knee high boots. Standing in front of him, she said, “Take my dress.” He slid his thumbs into the waistband of the dress and slowly slid it down her legs, leaning forward to plant wet kisses on her stomach, pubic mound, clit, pussy lips, and inner thighs and just above her knees. The skirt hit the floor. His hands slid back up and quickly grabbed her hips, pulling her toward. We are seeking communication with all spirits that may rest here, in the afterlife, in the spirit world. Enter me, now, and speak to us through me!"Everything seemed normal for a second, and then, suddenly, Michelle's eyes glazed over, and her pupils looked dilated and vacant. A new voice and presence filled the room- a distinctly masculine persona."Bitch!", she unexpectedly screamed."What?", Susan asked."Not you, ma'am, THAT one! My wife, my widow, the lying, cheating bitch! You cheated on me,. He finally bent over me while I was still very deep in the throes of my climax and kissed me deeply, temporarily silencing my loud mutterings. I welcomed him as if we were lifelong lovers, offering my tongue and accepting his. Deep down, I knew this was not good. This was great! He slowed, removing his fingers, and went back to sliding them up and down between my pussy lips. I thought I could hear the sound of the slush, it was so evident. It didn’t take him long to go back to exercising his.