"Is this Heaven?"The angel smiled. "No, a waiting area if you like. My boss will be along soon and he'll take you through admission. Ah, here he is no...."A man was striding across the plain towards them, he looked to be about sixty and was dressed in a dark suit also. "Jothan! What have you done now!" He said sharply to the younger angel.Jothan looked nervous, "I've brought Mr Sandford in, sir."The older angel held out his hand and a book appeared in it, Dan was disturbed to note that it had his. Marcella’s blood was still boiling, but she could still not look away from the Virgin’s holy crotch depicted in that image. Soon her passionate indignation turned into mere passion, and she began to experience a desire she had never experienced before. Never had she felt a desire for another woman, but now, as she looked at the Virgin’s panty-clad crotch in that naughty image, Marcella wished that she could plunge her face into it and kiss it, and lick it... and once her lips had met Holy. And not a small one either, like the ones you see at a German bar. Amber: Wow, how do you even have that much cum in you? Kate: Right, well, on top of being a futa, I also have overactive testicles. These swollen, massive things, like softballs, just constantly churning out more butter, you know. Kind of annoying really. You’ll just be sitting and the urge to jerk off overwhelms you, every day, multiple times a day. It would be ok if it wasn’t for the huge mess it leaves behind. Or having to. They would greet each other formally as "Mr. Wayne" and "Miss Maitland." If they thought no one was watching, they'd stare for several seconds as their eyes conveyed everything they couldn't say... "I love you; I miss you; I want you..."A few people noticed their stares, but no one ever saw them alone together anywhere. They just chalked it up to a mutual attraction that they weren't going to act on. One person commented to Diana's boss that they'd noticed the way they had looked at each other..