Then he started laughing. I think he thought it was a joke. He didn'tsay much, however, I think he was too perplexed. We smiled at him, offered him hi... beer, and we left for the kitchen. Curiously, we listened what the two men were saying. "Haha, what a welcome!", Stephen finally said. "Did you like it?", Tim said smiling. "I liked it!", he answered. "So what's the deal... are theyin a theatre play or something? Because, the uniforms?" I realised this man thought we had this outfits for a whole. Before long, I figured out what she liked and went to town. Her pussy was hot and wet. She smelled and tasted good as I licked and sucked her clit, slipping a finger or two inside. Her body responded in a way that told me she was enjoying my efforts. I must have been doing something right because Renee’s body tensed and shook as she finally came. Her pussy got wetter and I could feel her clamping down on my fingers, still pumping in and out of her. Renee quickly flipped over into a sixty-nine. She moaned, her pussy dripping wetness down her thighs. No one had any effect on her like he did. He bit her neck to her collar bone, his lips caressing her neck. He let his fingers trace her clit, teasing her. His other hand pulled her close, trapping her in his embrace. Pick your poison. You choose, baby. I just want you. She pushed against his body, letting her fingers trace his nipples. She bit him again, his collarbone feeling firm under her gentle bite. He felt himself getting hard again,. " She pushed the figure forward into a shaft of light coming through the other window - and the figure was a corpse! I could smell it now and see sodden putrefying flesh beginning to peel from its face. I knew I wasn't dreaming. This was all too real - too detailed. The corpse was wearing Sarah's shirt and jeans, but the jeans were fouled around the crutch where the corpse was leaking. It had her hair too. I wanted to vomit.And then the light faded and the figure was just a silhouette. "I've.