Do you know how hard it is to fake hating sex with her? She's just too damn good!"Wilma smiled, said, "That's sweet," and kissed Jack.Jack asked, "So ...ow about some private 'acting lessons?' Can never hurt, learning from the best." Maybe later. Tonight's my family game night. That's why we're wrapping up early today. Rain or shine, once a week, we have our game night." Can I join?" Sorry. Family only. But I can handle this." She went to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his dick. Still. No one would hear so I let it all out. I almost screamed from the sensations she was giving me. I came so much I thought I would be dry forever. Finally she came up for air and smiled down at me. I looked up and saw Wendall looked to be close to coming. I could see it on his face. "Please Gwen. Can I suck your lover? I don't want to waste that good man come. Let me suck his cock, Gwen." "Go on little bird. I want to see him feeding you his prick. He loves to fuck faces, don't you lover?" "Oh,. C'est un moyen pour moi d'avoir un rapport aux hommes basé sur le fantasme, l'érotisme : de votre côté je vous imagine déjà en train d'ouvrir l'enveloppe avec ma petite culotte, de la regarder, de la toucher, de la renifler, de la lécher, .... ma toute petite culotte. Elle comporte des odeurs savoureuses, des petites traces coquines. Les hommes ne peuvent l'ignorer quand ils savent que mes fesses ou mon sexe ont frotté pendant des jours sur ce petit bout de tissu. Vous pourrez vous endormir. "Guess a Spirit's batteries quickly recharge," I thought.Tom tapped on my shoulder to get my attention. "Think we need anything special to find Sara?" I'm pretty sure I found where she was buried. I just don't have a clue what we'll find after three-hundred years," I told him.I though about that question for a few moments. I hadn't been a Spirit long enough to even start to guess what things might look like for someones who'd been buried.Sara most likely had been buried directly in the earth.