"Melacetia looked up at him. Her empty black eyes were doorways into fathomless depths."What happens to us when we die?" Jonny asked."Your souls come ...to us and become our playthings," Melacetia answered. She turned her head away as if the topic was of no interest to her.Jonny felt a cold chill, like someone had stepped on his grave. It was best if he didn't ask what being a plaything entailed, he decided."Yeah, but that's only the bad people, right? The sinners. What about the other place?". I used the opportunity to check out her tits. First off, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I gave her points for that while taking in the neat swell of her breasts under the tube top she wore. A second perusal allowed me to note the way her nipples were straining to claw their way through the flimsy material of the top. She caught me staring and there went my further enjoyment of assessing her twins as she crossed her arms over them, shielding them from view. ‘Sorry,’ I say by way of apologizing.. Your hips buck back against him, slamming your ass as hard into him as you can wanting him deep into you, and wanting to feel him fill you up. He groans as his hand slides your nipples to smack your ass yet again, using this motion to focus his own mind away from the spreading warmth he can feel starting in his balls. His hand squeezes your ass, pushing on it not yet ready to blow his load sliding out so only hiss tip is inside you while he tries to catch his breath and refocus his mind. You. She wished he’d kiss her some more.He didn’t disappoint her then either.Things might have gone differently the next day, except for a confluence of circumstances. The twins went to work early. Mirriam had a day planned with Prudence, and Bobby had no jobs to do that day.That left Bobby and Paula alone ... and with nothing to keep them busy.To boil it down to basics ... he made her breakfast and then he made her a woman.Of course, it didn’t happen that quickly or neatly. And, to be fair, neither.