This may be beyond science, but I should still be able to apply some logic to it.It makes no sense that I can feel it if she touches me, but I can't f...el it if I touch her. Maybe she has to will parts of herself to become solid?And why can I only see her just before and during an orgasm? That makes no sense at all. Is it somehow because she was killed while having sex? Did she die in the middle of an orgasm? I had no way of knowing and could only guess.I finally decided I was probably just. Her big fear though was getting drunk in front of one of her friends from school, who would in turn tell everyone at school and ruin her reputation as queen popularity. She managed to convince me that I should go to the party with her dressed as a girl and in return she would somehow make it all up to me.The next few days we spent hanging out and getting ready for the party. Friday morning I headed around to Heidi's house to get dressed, as her parents had gone away for the weekend. At Heidi's. She's my baby sis...the only person in this world that ever deserves an apology from me anyway. Second phone call: "Bitch, where the fuck have you been?" Jenna was also smoking a cig and I could imagine the two empty beer bottles next to her. "Listen, no time to explain, call your job,” I said, “Tell them I'm dead or you're dead or some other big awesome lie and come be with me for the weekend or until further notice." She exhaled into the phone, "Well I've been such a good girl lately and I. ’ I simply replied.‘Let’s see how far your fetish really goes…’ she said, smirking.She motioned for me to get down on my knees and I did so promptly. I was intoxicated by the smell of those gorgeous toes just a couple inches away from my face. I already felt like I was going to cum out of excitement. She then took a couple steps back and sat down on the small bench that was against the wall, holding her hands clasped under her thighs, legs held in my face and camel toe in view.‘Please me babe,’.