There are also two couples. All are naked. They form a ring, some kneeling or squatting, others standing, always keeping a respectful distance. ...eemingly by agreement, they leave a gap so that the afternoon sun can find a path to the couple on the blanket.The man props himself on one elbow and reaches for his partner’s breasts, teasing the nipples into erection, dark against brown skin. Her hand descends to her groin, rests lightly against shaved lips. The male onlookers stroke. She entered the house to find the door to James’s room ajar. Wishing to first check on how he was doing, she walked straight in. He wasn’t on the bed.Oh! He’s watching a movie, he must be feeling better, thought Susan as she saw him sitting at his computer desk while using a pair of earphones. But his t-shirt was lying on the floor and in the next moment when he shifted in his chair, she noticed his erect exposed cock in the palm of his hand as he stroked it. She noticed too, a younger versions. Once the cast was loose from the sheets it only took Mr. M. a moment to get her into the wheelchair."Thanks, Champ!" Mr. M shouted between coughs. "Let's get out of here!" Sounds good to me!" I replied. Returning to my hands and knees, I shouted to him that the air closer to the floor was easier to breathe. "You go first," I told him.Mr. M. bent over at the waist, getting his head as far down as he could while pushing the wheelchair. By that time the smoke had nearly filled the house and there. " And she drifted out of the mausoleum.I stood there gaping. How had she known my room number? I recollected myself and followed after her, but she was gone. I looked around wildly, and thought I saw a dark figure bending over a gravestone some distance away. I ran to the spot, but the figure was not she. Instead it was Sophia from the restaurant. A gentle humming noise, or maybe color, radiated from her. It calmed my spirit."Sophia," I cried. "Have you seen," I started to ask, then thought.