Marvyn leaned forward. “I think she would, Steve,” he contradicted quietly. “I think if you were to agree to it she would go through the ceremon... as well.”“She... she said that to you, did she?”Marvyn smiled. “That’s a conversation you should have with her but I reckon she would love to do it,” he responded. “Just as a one off though. I don’t think she would want to follow the lifestyle itself but to go through the ceremony... yes I’m sure she would like to.”Steve never got the chance to. There was no more space. I could feel his body heat (and soon his moist sweat) through his black pants and my own skirt. I was thankful to be sitting though. I was wearing a pair of black stilettos that look awesome but are not made to stand in for a long time. I had on a really nice fitting black dress that works great for both funerals, church, or a date night with hubby. It is not too tight or slutty like some of the things I see girls wear on TV, but it looks really good on my slender. She only ran into trouble when, after teaching them how to so vibrantly embrace their sexual excesses in life, she tried to teach them how to similarly embrace their sexual deaths. Although they were deeply connected to Lisa on many levels, none of the Necrotwins were able to accomplish that feat. That one single failure was causing the breakup of her little Necrogirl group, and Lisa didn’t know what to do about it.“The war is over,” Mac whispered in her ear. “They aren’t needed in that. I pushed the cardigan off her shoulders, and continued to feel her breasts, then I whispered in her ear to put her arms in the air, as she did I pulled her top off over her head and she was sat on the sofa wearing a white bra, I knew then she would be wearing white panties also. I started to lick and kiss her shoulders and simultaneously I unhooked her bra, out came 38D tits, which I cupped tenderly.I came round the front of her and snogged her again, she was willing to kiss me but her hands.