He firstly apologised for the death I've recently had, and introduced himself as Jeremy. I introduced myself to him as well and asked him where I am. ...e quite admirably explained that I was in fact dead and that nothing I did could change those facts. He then explained that I was a ghost or "spirit" (either term works) so I was neither dead or alive, and this is a dimension between both and created for people who have died, and are now making the great journey to heaven or hell. So basically. "Matt still looked somewhat dumbfounded. Tracey came over to my desk and we set up the email and worded it to suit me. She grimaced. "That's fairly strong wording."I said, "I am leaving Matt in charge. If he makes someone unhappy and they complain to me, it had better be serious or it could be a career ending event. I will call a few times for reports just to make sure the weather is fine. I expect him to solve problems and move the agency onward."Matt was listening. "Boss, that's putting. I groaned in fear as he began to remove his pants and underwear. At least I'm pretty sure it was fear.When it was released from his clothing his hard cock pointed nearly straight up and was throbbing violently. Lube was covering the fat head and dripping down the shaft.He stood between my knees and stared into my eyes. He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. I couldn't help but notice how small and how starkly white my hand looked against his large black cock. He smiled and said, "This. My brief recent experiences with this woman had at least taught me that. It was pay back time. Vera didn’t pull away. She reveled in these sensations. She held my hand on her breast, making sure I kept it there. She thrust her gaping cunt down at my hand and face. With howls she began to cum, writhing, thrusting, groaning, sweating. Above my face her vagina began to contract, muscles clutching at my hand and tongue, her inner walls flushed red and engorged with blood, clear sticky mucous.