I always loved to see you in that dress. In the summer, with the sun catching the highlights of your chestnut hair and your skin all golden, and the t...ny freckles across the bridge of your nose. And that dress in the warm July sunshine, your figure just visible through the material.We've just finished a picnic. We've always just finished a picnic. And you want to go pick wildflowers in the meadow. You always want to go pick wildflowers in the meadow. And you want to decorate my head with a. How do you know it’s bad to be dead? Not a word of truth about the afterlife has yet been spoken by mankind. There is no hell as you suppose, nor heaven that people talk about. ‘These things you fear—disease, banishment, violence—none of them matter to the dead. All of the worries, all of the torments, all of the frivolities of life vanish once one dies. Look upon my bones, and tell me. Was I wealthy? Was I impoverished? Was I beautiful? Was I hideous? Was I loved or was I despised? Was I an. I don’t have any control over it.” I said in way of an apology.“Don’t fuss. It’s a natural thing to happen when you see a pretty girl.” She joked. “Your young and I’m flattered that you can get that way around me. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” she said and looked directly at my cock. “You’ve got a nice cock.” We could both see my cock twitch and stiffen as she said that. “Well now that we’ve got that out of the way let’s get you dressed and out of here.”I hopped, with her assistance. Your whole life is going to change, and it will be the most marvelous thing, I promise you.’ Penny didn’t know how to respond, but by now they were at the door. It was unlocked, as Niamh had said it would be, enabling them to slip inside unnoticed by the other women. ‘Through here Penny, into the bedroom.’ The room Niamh led Penny into was a guest bedroom. There was a queen size bed, an armchair in one corner, and a compact dressing table with a mirror at the end of the room. It was dimly lit,.