That doesn’t happen. I’ve figured that out already. This life force thing that keeps my Spirit alive has more to do with my inner strength than my...no longer, physical strength.Although at its base level, I did get an interesting rejection of my presence in her body. “Who the fuck are you!” was her immediate response. Or rather her Spirit’s reaction to my intrusion. She was still deeply sedated and yet her Spirit was right there and it had the strength to want to fight me off.Now this is going. Its Cris’s turn now. Cris is the most aggressive sexually of the lot and I love that. He is really tall and built. He pulls his trackies down and takes them off, he is naked now as am I. He pushes me against the door and snogs me deep sucking on my tongue and me his while I feel his lovely arse and he feels mine and puts a finger in my soaking cum drenched cunt. He then sucks my tits and pours some ale on them and licks it off. He pours ale on my tongue and I drink it while he gets the spillage. She was petite, and was the same age as me. I am not too tall either, but have light brown hair, green eyes, a heavy beard I have to shave since I am 12, and being average height hasn’t bothered me at all. We got along pretty well and talked about a lot of things for the first days until I started to work out my plan.One afternoon I asked her if I could ask her a very personal question and she said, hands on her hips,“Of course you can! We’re friends now we’re not at the bus stop anymore don’t. He had to piss something fierce. He thought immediately of Cindy and went to find her. She was always begging for his piss, and he was hot to feed it to her. He loved to lay his floppy cock down her throat and just let go, unloading a healthy bladderful down her pretty, bobbing gullet.He found Shawn sleeping alone. The boy's blood-engorged hard- on pulsed with every beat of his heart. Buck wondered how many loads that young hard-on had pumped into Cindy during the night. He'd heard Cindy and.