She chattered on, entirely comfortable, a free spirit without the slightest reserve or guile. Noticing my gaze, she looked down between her legs and s...w that her pussy was still oozing."Oh, my! It looks like there's still a lot of it inside me! Here, you can help me."She pulled me down on my knees in front of her. She opened her thighs wider and drew my mouth to her cunt. I sucked up fresh semen, my own mixed with Leon's. It tasted salty. When I had licked the outer area clean, she pushed me. Pulling myself together (that's a joke) I decided to see if I could move myself somewhere. As I thought of home, and my parents' reactions to my 'death,' I found myself there in the kitchen with mom cooking breakfast. As I stood there watching I could sense the thoughts of many people, not just those in my house, but outside as well. The only thing was, nothing was particularly clear -- just a mishmash of thoughts and emotions all jumbled up together. I tried to talk to mom, but lacking any. Lara was equally in shock. “Whoa!” she breathed.The picture of Heather’s torso as she held the flower between crossed arms was in the middle window. Her chest still bore a Chinese character. It looked like it was the same photo from the original set.But in the other two windows... “That’s you and me,” Lara observed quietly.“Is this for real?” I asked.It was my body. Even though none of our heads were in the frames, it was obviously me. But how? Recognition took a moment, but it came when I. I paid and tipped the kid, then got out plates and napkins and put them on the breakfast table in the kitchen.“Soup’s on, Sis!”“Coming!”Meghan came into the kitchen barefoot, and still in her swimsuit, a very skimpy bikini. The triangular top – some shiny, stretchy material – was secured around her neck and cradled her small breasts, showing off their modest curves and erect nipples to great advantage. The bottom, cut low, displayed the bulge of her pubic mound and spanned narrow hips that were.