What I did know was that thefirst time I'd met him, it had been right after my death when heappeared in front of me looking like a proper British butl...r and sayingthat he was my advisor in all matters relating to the afterlife. Everyother time he'd appeared, he'd looked completely different. I hadabsolutely no idea of what his real appearance was, or if he even hadone."Tonight is the night," Wayland reminded me unnecessarily."I know," I responded with a faint smile.There was no way I could. There were nine of us, the Fergusons, Elliotts (Aaron's folks) and Stenstroms, along with Aaron, Bailey, and me. I told everyone I was only too happy to sit this one out, but Bailey insisted I play."You remember your golf date in Florida?" I asked. "The one who rode the cart, hit balls in the wrong fairway and drank a lot of beer?"She told me it was burned in her mind forever."It'll be just like that without the beer," I said. "Everyone here shoots in the 80s or better. Everyone but me. I'll. Being banged in her back-door is indeed one of her favourite fancies. Anyway, they had steaming sex at least six or seven times more over the following few days. Looking back, she agrees with my suggestion to explain the situation: The guy has a high sex drive, which matches hers in intensity and fondness for variations. The woman is probably not at all into anal intercourse, neither into more sex than once or twice month in order to get pregnant. So she seems happy her hubby has this way with. She shivered as her piss flowed freely, bathing him in its warmth; a faint aroma of the wine they had drunk filled the air, along with her musky, aromatic, female scent.His cock grew erect as the rivers of pee flowed downward to his crotch and ran left and right past his balls and down his ass crack; the hot streams tickling and teasing his ass. Janet rotated her hips forward causing the piss fountain to arc upward, striking him on the chin. Scott opened his mouth, leaned forward and let her.