He closed the door finally with a soft thud and she went back to her cleaning, not knowing what else to do on a Saturday evening. Several weeks passed...and she never meet her handsome neighbor, nor did she watch him again. They shared the elevator to their floor once and never said a word, she was too entranced with the novel she was reading to comprehend that someone was with her until his hand hit hers for the button. She let him press it and she went on with her day, focusing on the handsome. The mausoleum is fairly open on one side and sadly has lots of graffiti from vandals on the walls and any place they can spray paint their initials and filthy pictures on. Once inside the young blonde removed her rain coat, laid it on top of a large flat topped tomb to reveal she wore NOTHING under it, small yet perfectly formed puffy nippled titties with flat tummy, hairy pubic bush and broad backside she now lay prone on her back on the coat as one of the lads began to fondle and suck her. "He smiled, and Sonya felt her heart flutter. The part of her male selfthat remained felt strange at how different attraction was in a woman'sbody. At least, in this woman's body. In some ways it almost felt deeper,as if she were connecting with something beyond just the physicaltrappings of a person. She'd felt something similar as a man for a fewgirls, but never quite like this. She wasn't sure she wanted to go inthis body. All the emotion in her body was telling her to go, but herrational. The man had seemed a lame thing to her, twisted and unhinged. She had difficulty seeing the man as a threat in that light. He was bound and defenseless. Yet Rael had done dreadful things to him. Tormented him. Tortured him. Silmaria wasn’t certain how; she’d seen as much evidence as she cared to, and wished she’d not seen even that. But it was clear enough that Rael knew how to make a man talk when he needed. Silmaria bobbed along as Nemiah carried her between the hills and rock formations. She.