My little skirt was bouncing about and I felt good, but nervous. I was going to a rugby club full of hunky men, well hopefully, and I was wearing next...to nothing. As I sat on the train the vibrations made the nervousness get replaced with memories of being groped and made to cum, possibly on that very same carriage.As I walked towards the rugby club there were 2 girls walking towards me. I overheard one say,“The fucking bastard, I’ve a good mind to report them to someone; we’d both make great. .don'tstop....mmmmmmm." His nipples were so responsive. Just like a young girlstarting to bud. Later after he was needing to leave I asked him how hewas handling the soreness in his nipples. "Doc told me to wear heavyshirts until it gets better but I hate wearing shirts like that. So Ijust try to be careful. Most of the time it's OK but sometimes it hurtsif I brush up against something."I kept reassuring him that it was OK. And that I liked him this way. Thatit made me feel closer to him.. I knew that I’d died in Michael’s body, back in Acapulco. Like one other time when I changed bodies, the universe seemed to send me straight from my final breath as Michael Ryan into the body of another dead kid. As I became a little more aware of my new surroundings, I could tell that I was on the floor of what had to be a grocery store, lying in a pool of blood that likewise, had to have belonged to the boy who’d just died and judging from the head pain, he died from a head injury perpetrated. Not an hour went by during the day that he did not think of her. At times, he could still hear her sexy voice and laugh. He could still feel the softness of her caress. The way her hair felt in his fingers as it lay upon his chest. Plus, he remembered the fire that ignited in her deep green eyes, when she was aroused. He could not get out of his mind, that special way she had of waking him up in the morning, with her lips on his dick. Not a night passed, when she was not there, in his dreams..