We settled into the living room and I fired up a video of Karen doing a striptease for me. A few of the guys whistled as Karen appeared onscreen in he... stripper costume and strutted around for the camera, the top barely concealing her large breasts. We shot the video with me in a chair holding the camera. There were a couple of sighs as Karen danced around, removing each article of clothing. There was a "damn" when she removed her shirt and a whistle when her skirt was tossed aside. She then. My map guided me towards the outside where the slower traffic moved, though even on foot I was faster than many travelers. The inside lanes in both directions often rumbled and shook from huge wheeled and tracked vehicles, some seemingly the size of buildings that even the outer lanes had to get out of the way of. Between me and the inner lanes sometimes marched entire armies. Everything from ultra-modern Buck Rogers types to some looking to have come straight out of ancient Rome. Overhead flew. As I watched, it (she) began grinding her hips into the bed.Do ghosts masturbate? I had never heard of such a thing. It wasn't a crazy idea, now that I thought about it. Our best theory is that ghosts are impressions left on the fabric of reality during periods of intense emotion. If trauma and shock could cause a haunting, why not love or lust? The longer I watched, the more apparent it became that the moans this ghost was making were from pleasure, not suffering.I knew I should try to. Please forgive me." he never made eye contact with me because he was so shy."Thank you, Bobby. I forgive you, but don't stare at me for that long again- it creeped me out." He nodded and left the room, only leaving my favorite student and I. He closed and locked the door, an action we often do. I beckoned him over with my finger, and he speed walked over to my desk. He kissed me so deeply and passionately, I felt light headed. His lips were so soft over mine, and my other set of lips were.