She lets herself down and we stand there and kiss, letting the water run down over us, rinsing us some more. ‘I think I need cleaned out again,’ s...e tells me. So I refill the glass. She sits on the side of the tub, facing into it, and spreads her legs wide, using her own hands to open her pussy as much as possible. I get down there with a mouthful of water and spurt it into her, then another mouthful, and then just some additional licking. As we leave the bathroom after drying each other, she. But I was. The one closest to me, named Chris..aahhh yes..he is 6'4", sandy brown hair, wide eyes, tall and skinny..just like I like em ;)Ahh..I could feel the wetness, and warmmess in my pussy spread as I began to see Chris in a whole new way. My eyes slowly looked at his hands..wow, such long fingers too. He was every so carefully, gently, rolling a blunt to begin in rotation once again. My eyes were transfixed on the action of these lean, long fingers, taking such each, and care..to do. But what now?And what about the girl? If he was dead then shouldn't she be here aswell?He tried to look around him, but there was nothing to see. Just a bright,blank nothingness. In fact, he realised, he could not actually feel hisbody. The thought should have worried him, but oddly it didn't."You need not worry about her, Alec. She's with us now."He started. Who- what was that?The voice seemed to come from all around him, and yet from nowhere. Itwas not male, yet not female, and nor was it. I retrieved the bags and went back to them. Sharon's striking blue eyes were puffy red and still shedding tears, but her long brown hair nicely surrounded her face; a well-crafted backdrop to her full red lips.I hugged her like I did Mom and she seemed pleased. Her shape had grown nicely. She whispered, "I am glad you're here, dude."At her home, Sharon put Mom downstairs, and then told me to follow her. "I'm putting you in the upstairs room at the end of the hall. It has an almost private bath.