Our usual watering hole then. Say a half hour?" "Sounds good" I agreed."You want me to pick you up? "Sure, if you want" she replied. I arrived at ...ori's house just shortly after our call. She greeted me at her door with a usual hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was dressed casual in jeans and sheer black blouse but she was just as stunning as ever. She is about five feet nine, long dark hair, full figured and an amazing set of breasts that accent her frame perfectly. “Let me grab my purse. Her lips stretched over it and she took the first few inches into her mouth as she looked at him with lust filled eyes. She caressed his big balls and her cheeks bowed inward as she sucked precum from it like a milkshake through a straw.Her head bobbed and she stroked his shaft. She struggled to take more than a third of his prodigious cock into her mouth. It was to thick for her throat and she wondered what it would feel like in her tight pussy.His cock glimmered from saliva when she let it. How am I not real?”“Because you’re dead.” My voice grew hoarse. Tears burned in my eyes. She was dead. I had already said goodbye to her twice. Once when she died and the second when her phantom became twisted and ugly, forcing Sophia to exorcise her. “You’re not here. You’re beyond. In the Astral Realm.”She laughed. It was so joyous. “Did you hit your head? I am very much alive.” She seized my hand, shoving it between her thighs. Her pussy wet and hot with our combined juices. “See. Didn’t I. At first, I thought he was burning the note in disgust but then I realized that he was using the match to write with.The note came back; “18” it read. I drew a rather deep breath. Now what?I returned the note; “I’m 26 – can I wank you off?” I remember thinking at the time that punctuation was probably superfluous under the circumstances and that a fairly basic vocabulary was more apt. Another match was struck on the other side and the note came back, “Lend me your pen”. I realised that he must.