He did. Rather shyly, I swung my leg over him and straddled his hips. His eyes lit with understanding, and he reached up to run his fingertips over my...breasts. I shivered and moaned slightly. I tried not to think about pain as I guided his throbbing sex into my own. John heard my sudden gasp, and looked concerned. ‘Does it hurt very much?’ ‘Not nearly as much,’ I replied, breathless. Almost experimentally, I moved my hips up and down once, and was surprised at how wonderful it felt. I was. If my best friend, who usedto be my boyfriend, was still alive, then why was his "ghost"here? "You're a bad dream, that's all!" I declared. "Ahallucination due to subconscious guilt or something." "Nice try." Tim sat on the bed. I noticed the mattressdidn't bend under his weight. "But speaking of guilt, why theheck did you do that to me, anyway? You kept saying I wasunfaithful, but I don't remember messing around with otherwomen." "Don't give me that! I saw you with that, that bimbo inthe red. I re-continued the boob job and was fingering her, she was happy and closed her eyes.It was tough cumming for the third time and there was a sound on the grill indicating that her parents arrived.That startled me and I got distracted and came while seeing her,she had just opened her eyes and I came into her eyes and mouth and her pussy was too wet and when I slapped her butt water was falling out of her pussy. Her parents started to hit the grill louder and my friend was about to wake up.She. “I mean this is silly, um, can’t we just forget about this.” he shifted nervously.“Look, Gaden.” Jan began, southern accent more prominent than before. “You obviously feel that you need a spanking or seem to like getting them, otherwise you would have never written that note. I am going to give you five seconds to decide then your sister will receive a phone call from me.” She started to count holding up her pointer finger “One.”Gaden clasped his hands together near his chest, popping his.