”“Ben Winter died in that horrific crash. You are Ben Winter? I loved you so much!”“I loved you too, sweetie...”“BUT YOU ARE DEAD!”“Ye... ... But dead’s comparative. After-Life is real ... It’s complicated to explain ... We can come back if there are things we wanted to do but couldn’t...”‘Like WHAT”“Like HAVE YOU?”“Are You a ghost?”“Does that matter? Can I kiss you?”Kimberly stood there not knowing what to do. Could this really be happening? She knew she was a bit tipsy and her husband was. Now all I could hear were moans and wet slurping sounds.Bill had moved back between Charlie's legs and looked at me, "Benny " " Watch, this it's called a "Blow Job" or "Giving Head", and with that he engulfed Charlie's cock his lips hitting my hand as he went down on it. Bill took my hand and relaxed it,showing me how to follow his lips up and down and also started a circular motion while doing it. Charlie's cock was slippery from all the juices coming from Bill's mouth and made it much easier. " Then you better kiss me again to make sure."When I went back in the house I think I was vibrating with excitement.Stan! Wants me to be his girlfriend! Mom saw me run to my room andfollowed me into my room. She gave me 'the talk', the one that all girlsget from their mother about boys. Through a fluke of chance I haddiscovered that I really am a girl, and I love it, and now I have a guythat wants me. My father knew exactly what was going on but seemed a bitdistant, so I asked mom why he was. Oh fuck! ‘F’kin’ sit, ‘or ‘ock is beau’iful, ‘ster ‘urner…’ she mumbles about his cock before sucking on it hungrily, then backs away once more before grinning up at him, her eyes alight with mischief. ‘Computer? What’s the o.d. limit for the stuff in this bad?’ ‘Substance identified as Automa and sugar in 1:9 ratio. Neither substance has any no known o.d. limit. Notes entered by Mistress indicate that sugar directly contributes to flabby arses and saggy tits. Extreme caution advised.’ ‘Yeah,.