The landscape really did look like a literal heaven. 

     Trevor saw fountains. He saw plenty of places everywhere comfortable enough  to sit down in or lie down on. 

​     And he saw a lot of flowing, like flowing water, only it wasn't water.

     People bathed in the flowing, and they made love in the flowing.

     And everyone and everything was the same color, and that color was silver.

     There were hundreds of them. 

​     And none of them felt the need to wear clothing.

​     Some wore a few wisps of robe, or cloud, or whatever, but that was about it.

     There were no fatties anywhere amongst these hundreds of people, or older people or kids or anyone else besides beautiful women and men chiseled to muscular perfection with schlongs the size of forearms. 

​     And they all liked to fuck each other. 

     It wasn't quite like that's all they did.

     Not quite. 

​     Some strolled. 

     Others walked hand in hand. 

     Mainly, though, they coupled. 

     Trevor watched a woman touch the shoulder of a man she passed. He smiled at her. She smiled back. They kissed. By the time Trevor grinned, she was on her back in what appeared to be a bed of silver clouds, and he was between her legs stroke, stroke, stroking away. 

     Niki watched a man stare at the sky while his girl friend sucked on his silver root. When he climaxed, the cum that spurted out of him glowed silver. 

     Skip watched a foursome, two women and two men, in the flowing, swim around amongst themselves in search of places to caress, to kiss, to fill a hole.

     After a single glance, Alison and Kathy refused to look out the window at all. 

     Trevor blushed and looked away as well. He didn't want Alison thinking he didn't have any class.

​     Then, from everywhere outside:

     "I know you're in there!" Silveria bellowed. "I can ​smell you! Come on out and play, Trevor!"

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