I loved the way she yelped each time I drove into her snatch. I reached under her jerking body and grabbed for her nipples, they were hard and erect ...nd she squealed loud as I twisted them viciously. “That’s it slut, you know you like it!” I could hear the bed creaking as I impaled my cock in her tight little sheath over and over again. I could feel my chest pounding as I tugged hard on her nipples, I knew I was about to cum as Emily’s pussy squeezed down on me like a vise. . I barely managed to unbuckle my chest piece before I passed out.I didn't hear anything for the rest of the night, but my subconscious must have been listening, because when the song I'd chosen was played in the tent next to mine, it haunted my dreams. I couldn't remember the images when I woke, but the melody of Shania Twain's "It only hurts when I'm breathing" was stuck in my head.Hope life's been good to you since you've been gone I'm doin' fine now - I've finally moved on It's not so bad -. I pulled it out and held it over the sink. I dropped the brush and it clanked in the bowl. I reached for the toothbrush but couldn't grab it because it was solid again and I wasn't. Interesting but a little frustrating.I went visible again and held my toothbrush again. I went invisible and put my toothbrush in my front pocket. I let it go then successfully retrieved it.So whatever "energy" that made me invisible could extend to anything I could hold or wear. If I needed to carry items, I would. The dogs were full of energy and excitement, and Mike had the good sense to let them run it out of them, with the expectation that soon they'd settle down into a reasonable trail trot.No one had been over Busted Axle Road in the early morning snow; the white width of the road was unbroken by tire tracks. The dogs had quit barking and yelping, and had settled down to running, their paws kicking up little fluffs of snow, the quiet "Schussss" of the runners being the only sound that broke the.