Thank you," she replied, her breath already becoming labored. He raised his hand and she tensed up her ass cheeks in preparation for the first swat. H... smiled and rubbed her ass again. Then he raised his hand again, and this time she didn't tense. SMACK! He landed the first swat to her ass. "OHH!" Chelsea gasped. He rubbed the spot where her flesh was beginning to pink up. His handprint became clear. SMACK! Another swat on the other cheek followed by the same rubbing. "Ohh, Master!" Chelsea. 5″ cock so hardly that I feels like Cumming, so I stop her and we both stand up and hugs each other and cares, in meanwhile I opened her panty and the beautiful than ocean pussy(my rassagulla) is in front of me, no hairs, pussy water is dripping from it,pussy juices are flowing on her thighs. I start fingering her pussy with 2 fingers and she is doing like ohhh ufff noooo ahhhh.I am not in my control I immediately make her lay down on bed and came between her legs and slowly keeps my mouth on. I can even take that a bit further and rationalize a Spirit of the living gets its energy from its Host. But where do Tom and I get our energy from? Were dead, well, actually Spirits without a Host.From what I'd learned, Spirits don't die. When they're ready to move on after the death of their Host they move into another plane ... Take on a newborn entity or Host. Sure they could exist in a state of limbo just like Tom and I are doing right now if they wanted. But the underlying question I had. "Well, I expect I have been doing much the same thing as the majority of people in the country today, enjoying the glorious sunshine" He said this in rather a dry way, as if he had disdain for such a simple response and resented being the same as everyone else in this way but I could see the glimmer beneath his dark lashes that told me his enjoyment of this day was as genuine as my own. I smiled at his attempts to hide himself from me and he gave me a curious look, trying to match my response.