A quick push through the next portal and they reached the After-Life Immigration desk.“Heya, Bill. Back to work? Enjoyed your holiday?”“Yeah. I ...idn’t have to talk to anyone. Now can we get this shit going? This fucknugget is already getting under my non-existent skin.”Malin was surprised as she looked at the creature that was handed her file. It was dark green and ogre-ish, filled with warts and a really foul smell. He was hunched over the desk and she could see two small horns poking out from. Her pupils dilated as a jolt of arousal shot through her body. Her small nipples hardened and her neglect vagina moistened. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his.“What do you want to know?” Her voice had changed dramatically. Now it was soft and melodious like Rebecca’s.He leaned toward her and put his arm on the back of the couch behind her, “I’ve got plans for the future and I’m going to need a moral compass. I knew you were it from our first meeting. As issues came up, I’d like to get. .I didn't want to offend you Deb," I stuttered. "I was sure with the way small towns are you wouldn't want people to talk."She snorted and said, "Let them, I won't tell if you don't."Her hands quickly dropped to my dick hardening quickly and pushing at my jeans. With one hand she rubbed and the other worked on my belt and zipper.I let my head fall back on hers and took in the situation. We are both in our early 50's and live out West. I've had a crush on her but I'm sure my wife wouldn't. .. Coach Stevens!" Big surprise," muttered Tim to Mark jokingly."Group B is ... ooo, myself," cooed Yolanda. "Group C is ... Haru. Group D is ... Jenny. Group E is ... Chica. Group F is ... Natalie. Group G is ... Mai, and group H is ... Colleen. Five minutes for a group meeting."The eight women stepped off the tables, calling for the group to meet them at various points in the large dining hall. Tim headed up front to where Yolanda was standing. Mark made a beeline toward Sarah. Will moved.