A couple of times a week, she would follow him back to the house after the workout, or show up at his door after work and push him back into the house.... Most of the time she would start by laying him out on the floor and riding his face, letting him lick her to ecstasy over and over. During their time together she never went for oral sex on him, something he wasn’t too upset about, after all, he was getting laid on a regular basis. His tool was a bit on the large side, it would certainly have. Then we faced back again and started a long smooch exploring each other’s mouth from our tongue, exchanging saliva. Our hands were fighting our ways to each other’s body and hiding the same from the shawl.We had a short break. I then checked people behind and sideways. They all were asleep atleast they looked so. Then with some confidence I caressed his waist and slowly gaining on her tits, god they were enormous. For the first time I had this well contact with boobs. They were so soft I could. Please stand."Everyone stood up as a tall, middle aged gentleman with salt and pepper hair and wearing a black robe sat down at the large desk in front of him."You may be seated," said the bailiff.The judge took just a minute to look over his docket and confer with the bailiff then looked into the audience. "Is counsel for Simco versus Simco here?" he asked. Both attorneys got up from their seats and approached the bench. In just a moment Harry's lawyer came over to get him. "Come on," he said,. " Well, you're seeing the image I want you to see," she said. "Actually I'm a hundred and two, all wrinkled like a prune and wasted away to practically nothing."I laughed right back to her, but I understood she had just told me another interesting thing about being a Spirit. The image I project is what the others see. Just like the image she had conjured up for me to see.I put together an image of an eighty year old, fairly gnarly guy, and sent that off to her. She laughed and said, "Wrong!".