"They murdered me!"Then there appeared suddenly at the end of the landing the ghostly figure of an old spinster, arms up and her hands to each side of...her head. May and April stood transfixed, their mouths agape in horror."I hate all men! They cut off my head!"With that she grabbed her hair and lifted her head up off of her body and threw her screaming head directly at them! With horrified shrieks, the terrified transvestites leaped and stumbled down the stairs. The head hit the banister and. I could see her looking at my cock as I gently pleasured myself. I wanked for about 5 minutes and asked Jean if she was enjoying what I was doing. She said that she found watching me very exciting and no matter how many times she saw me masturbating it was always extremely enjoyable. I continued to wank in front of Jean for another 10 minutes and then said that I would love for her to do it again. She grinned and said ok as long as you finish it off. Agreed I said. Jean held my hard cock and. No longer did she find herself in a bedroom anymore. Instead white light permeated the air and she sat on a bench. Looking around, all she saw was that white light. There was no worry in her though, though confusion did find itself. “Where am I?” she asked aloud to herself. Her voice echoed sluggishly in the air. Looking down at herself, she saw a white gown covering her. She felt empty and weightless while she started at her hands.They weren’t solid in a way she knew. They faded and showed the. . they rose and fell … like slow waves. She was ONE FOOT away! One foot!Amara put her hand on the back of his head but didn't attempt to control him. She snapped her fingers and the music stopped and so did the dancer who stood with her left leg straight and her right knee bent, a posture that accentuated the roundness of her left butt cheek."Kiss," Amara said."What?" You must kiss. Kiss her ass." No, you said--" I said you must watch until the song is not over, but it is not over. The song.