. collecting souls?”“Aye, that it be.” He knelt over a rose that had snapped and was supported from below by a few others. “The human soul is ...much like a flower. When e’re ye pass, yer a creature of beauty and light. But if nobody comes to collect, ye spoil and rot.”“Souls rot?”“Hmm.” He stood and pondered her question for a bit. “Not in a traditional sense, I’ll grant ye. The human soul be just a collection of memories and emotions, those that ye take with ye when you go. Over time, I suppose. .. "Hmmmm, that is true...... Plus whenI fuck this sissy in the ass, I don't want to cum for a long time becauseI want to watch her get fucked like a whore and listen to her moan andscream like a girly gurl."I turn you around as you are still standing and drop to my knees. I putyour ass in my face and spread your cheeks thus exposing your ass pussy.Inserting my tongue into your ass pussy, I hear you let out a moaningscream like I have not heard from you up until now. As I rim and lickyour. " Gonna come,' he said after a while, so I cupped my hand over his dick and I think I caught it all without spilling. I quickly wiped it off my skirt." “Wow,” Sally said, her eyes wide and full of admiration. Being afraid of spilling the seed was why Nancy usually preferred to blow a guy instead of giving him a handjob, since it was too hard to make sure every drop either went into her hand or her mouth. When she went down on a guy, she knew she could swallow the entire load. It was especially. If I thought you were that kind of guy this would never have gotten started." Now that is a cold shot at my ego. What is it, I'm not man enough, or is it that I'm just such a super nice guy?" The last."Her foot had reached mid-thigh and if she was figuring on me stopping things she was in for a big surprise. As stealthily as I could I unzipped my pants and took out my cock and then I just sat there and waited. She was still grinning at me; "Can I ask you a personal question?" Only if I can ask.