My home, because that is how I already thought of it, was overwhelming. And, we were inside it, the living room, which was becoming a favorite with th... expansive windows and the night-lit yard outside. Chris joined us. They sat in chairs and I stood at the window looking out, keeping my eye on Hein in the reflection in the window as I sipped my whiskey. Whiskey was an influence from Chris.Without turning around, “You were saying about the ball … ‘about a dozen couples’ …”“Yes … how do I explain. Bruce felt small in her presence. Even in heraround the home clothing, she was impeccably dressed. Her elegantappearance from head to toe was in stark contrast to the uniform andcanvas sneakers his wife had dressed him in for the day. Bruce struggledto find the will to speak. He cleared his throat, instantly regrettingthe sound he emitted, before he announced, "I finished with the bathroom,Ms. Shearer." Did you? Did you really? Well, I'll be the judge of that, dear,"Victoria replied as. .." she hesitated, gasping for a fresh breath of air, "I don't understand why you don't!" Don't what?" Beth asked, her voice flat and unemotional. "Want to live?"The sisters stared at each other for a moment before Beth continued; "I'll tell you the truth: I don't care if I live or not. Without this body, my soul continues to exist. You were the one who showed me I can create a body and dream-walk anywhere I want to go. Living doesn't have anything to do with the survival of a fucking piece of. Oh god, just typing that brings me that much closer. My breathing is getting raspier, my cock throbbing, begging for attention. I stop ever so briefly to push that vibrating egg tightly between my balls, making sure not to touch my cock. I squeeze my thighs against it again. I switch the vibrator on to medium speed, which in turn causes my cock to jump. No, no, no…I don’t want to cum too fast. I’d rather tease/torture myself a bit longer. I want to hold out as long as possible. Which won’t be.