Then, for the entire time of our absence, I would allow my rampant cock to savor the speculation of squeezing up into their little entryways with thei... knickers still hanging on one long bare leg. If dancing with some female other than my wife, I would generously roam about her lower extremities with my hard erection. My imagination caused me to think of being like some perverted person on public transportation in close concert with a completely unknown female whose available flesh was grist. He quickly turned and ran back down the other way and down the stairs even before we could yell at him. I ran after him but by the time I got to the stairs, he was gone.At first Jennifer was so startled she turned towards the guy to see what was going on, and then she fought against him but he had surprised us. She struggled to get her hands up and cover herself, but her arms were caught. She spun away from the guy who pulled down her top ... right into the flash of two cameras. She ducked down. ? Just then Jill walked in. Brigitte said, ?Come on get in the shower with me Jill. It may be our last one for a while. I was just talking to Sherri about our dirty little secret.?Jill took off her clothes behind me, reaching around and hugging me, her hands just under my breasts. I could feel her breasts warm against my back. I didn?t see her until she walked in to the beam of the flashlight. Her boobs looked much different naked than they did clothed. I blurted out ?Your tits are real.?Jill. I gained energy from sex—predominantly in the form of guy's cum. Emelda was a grave ghost, she gained energy from everyday life around her grave; animals, visitors, and the weather. Energy let us become visible to the living and travel around. Simon couldn't see us right now because we were low on energy. Something had happened to Emelda since I had transferred sex energy to her several days ago so she could go out dancing with me. Emelda had started to show some sex ghost tendencies. To see.