Mr. Stanford began the girl’s preparation immediately. By the time Mr. Stanford took possession of Brianna four years later, he had transformed her ...nto an elegant young woman, poised and accomplished in her manners and dress, but more important a young woman trained to perfect obedience. Her body, nearly faultless already, had been sculpted by an array of fitness trainers, had been prepared further by a yoga instructor who enhanced her natural sinuous suppleness, and finished by laser. ‘Is this the afterlife for people who died of stupidity?’ ‘Not at all!’ Eric answered. ‘This is the place heroes come after they die.’ The words struck all the mirth from Ginny. Her a hero? There had to be some mistake. She was no hero. She had never done great deeds to be passed down in songs. ‘You are a hero.’ He went on, as if he had read her thoughts. ‘You died saving the life of that boy. You ran back into what you knew was probably death to do it.’ ‘I am no warrior.’ She said. ‘I have no. "Another wet-dream Val?" My sister asked as I walked into the kitchen. She was a college student who was crashing at the house for her weekend."The fuck you talking bout'" I asked. Usually I didn’t cuss freely at my house. But since neither of my parents were home at the time, and what my sister just asked, I figured I was just fine."I could hear you moaning from my room." Which was right next door to mine. Thin walls, not that hard to hear. "Megan huh? She hot at least?" My sister and I had. I solely let her feel the physical effects and let the emotional spike rise above all else. Needless to say, even after I was done, she stayed down at my pussy and reveled, in the end, resulting in a bit more, by rubbing her face on it some more.Although, after only a minute, she climbed up on top of me. She kissed me and wrapped her arms around me as well. It was all the gratitude I needed, but yet, she wasn't done. She kissed me so much; she broke them up to give her lips some relief.That.