Vincent looks at you with sad eyes, full of pain, sorrow, hatred… He bares his fangs, sending you running screaming back in the direction you came�... You pass another figure, covered in maggots, controlling yourself long enough to pause, kneeling beside the figure, brushing the maggots away, barely resisting the urge to vomit… It is Muse, bolted to the cement, her chest cut open, maggots wiggling around among her organs. A note is wrapped around the stake that pierces her heart. You gently pull. I can feel her beautiful tits rubbing against me. She takes my cock between her firm boobs squeezing and rubbing my cock between them as she worked her way up my body. She was up to my mouth and kissing me, her tongue deep in my mouth, her arms pinning my shoulders down. I could feel my cock against her pussy but she kept teasing me, not letting me enter. She slid her wet pussy up my chest and sat it down on my tongue. I immediately parted her smooth pussy lips, my tongue slides. We went out on the boat for the afternoon. Anchored in a quiet part of the lake, we all dove in for a swim. We were jumping in and out just enjoying ourselves when my wife’s small triangle bikini top began slipping around revealing her little nipples. She noticed but didn’t fix it. I think Scott was fixated on her chest the entire rest of the day.It grew late and we decided it was time to head back to the house. Scott once again followed Meredith up the walkway to the house, her ass only. He leaped from his chair and rushed to her. Her blonde hair was matted to forehead from her sweat and her bed clothes were soaked. As he took her hand, she felt cool to his touch. Her smile was weak but the feverish look in her eyes was gone. ‘Catherine?’ he whispered. ‘Yes, Charles,’ came back a weak reply through parched lips. ‘Oh Catherine! Don’t try and talk. Here.’He took one of the remaining ice chips and moved it to her lips. ‘Here, just moisten your lips.’ Slowly he allowed her to take.