I just inched my face closer to her beautiful thighs and started kissing all around her crotch. I purposely avoided direct contact with her pussy for ... good minute, teasing her and making her giggle. She smelled so good, I was getting dizzy from her sweet scent. Her pussy was oozing by the time I closed in on it with my lips, and I gave her a firm, broad lick with my tongue. She gasped, but kept her body still for me. I even loved the way her asshole looked, and dared to dart my tongue down to. They were in his shitty rundown apartment in a particularly seedy downtown neighborhood. He didn’t wonder how or why she’d gotten there or why she was wearing a platinum blonde wig. He might have thought he was dreaming or hallucinating. Jon was drunk and/or high and looked like shit, which means he looked just like what she thought of him. She pulled a 9mm pistol from her shoulder bag. ‘Come for revenge?’ he smiled weakly, ‘I guess that’s fair.’ ‘No, it’s not ‘fair.’ It’ll never be ‘fair,’ ‘. In . . . MEEE!’ ‘OH YES, YOU FUCKING SLUT!’ I responded, releasing my load to cannonade against her cervix. ‘Yes. Yes, yes! Call me a slut again!’ ‘You slut, take my spunk!’ I cried out, too weak by this point to do anything else. She continued to pound back at me until her body trembled and shuddered as another powerful climax finally silenced her. Panting heavily, Mrs. Bentley rested for half a minute then struggled up on her elbows and reached down to the last remnants of spunk oozing from. After returning to his body, he got out of the chair and went to the armoire. Sure enough, the key was right where he had seen it while in the spirit. He decided that tonight, he would leave his room and look around a bit.Sitting himself in the chair, he closed his eyes and began his breathing routine, to relax and to get into the meditation. Silently, reciting his mantra he allowed thoughts and cares to leave his mind finally, leaving it blank. Soon, he felt his spirit float from his body.He.