Judy wrenched her eyes away from the swimmer, trying not to stare. Then she couldn't help it, and looked again.He was naked. His discarded robe lay on... a lounge near the pool. His buttocks, hard and muscled, rolled slightly with every powerful arm pull, flexed strongly with every kick. Those hard globes of muscle were only slightly less tan than the strong shoulders and back. It was obvious he often "worked out" in the nude.Judy's hand was shaking, making the cup rattle loudly. She looked around. I decided to do a double check on the spirit world. Sitting upright, I gradually relaxed into my fugue state. To my surprise, I could hear someone crying, although it sounded from some distance away.“Hello,” I called out.The crying stopped. “Hello, is someone there?” replied what sounded like a young girl.“I’m Seamus, what’s your name?”“Emily.”“Hello Emily, I’m pleased to meet you.”“I’m dead, aren’t I?”I didn’t know how to sugar-coat the truth. “Yes, I’m afraid you are.”“This isn’t Heaven, so. And very specific instructions that my hubby was not to penetrate me. That last motion as a bit overwhelming, yet nothing about that last several days had been normal.That night, when my hubby got home from work, I anxiously awaited his reaction for my hair and face. "What's for dinner" were the first words out of his mouth. "I'm starved."I sighed and then he actually looked at me. "Well" were his second words, "What did all of that cost me?"I tried to maintain composure and delivered my. Surprisingly she started to rub and squeeze his ass. I did the same to his wife.Then I wondered if she would touch his dick. I again reached over and moved her hands, but this time to his penis. She first gave me a disapproving look and I thought I might have gone too far. But she didn’t move her hands. In fact, she started rubbing his dick through his pants.I reached up and started rubbing my masseuse’s breasts. She then pulled her shirt down and exposed her tits, then bent over and placed her.