He listened as Rufus' ghost droned on about what a bad friend he had been to him. “Why didn’t you just burn my bones, then I wouldn’t be here, B...b?”“Yeah so you would have another thing to Bitch at me about.”“What?”“I didn’t burn your bones despite the boys begging me because I …….felt I needed to be tortured, maybe.”“You are one selfish son of a bitch even in my after life you screwed me over.” “Ugh….” Bobby said, “you know you could be more helpful dead than alive….” he added. “How is that?”. I'd forgotten how desperately hard that could make me.I placed the pad of my thumb against her anal opening. She didn't like anything up there, but a little pressure on the outside drove her onward. The fact that she didn't tense up at all showed she still trusted me to know her boundaries. I chuckled inwardly at the thought, thinking of the trust required to let somebody choke you to the point of near unconsciousness. I placed my other thumb on her clit. She was stimulating herself even more. “Please, just one?” my 22-year-old sister ask of me.“Fine, lock the door, please? We don’t need Mom or Dad walking in on us kissing, he is a Police Detective. He probably is capable of killing me and nobody would ever find the body.”After she did, she walked to me and we touched lips and it quickly progressed to a nice long open-mouthed kiss.“Hmmm, Matthew, that was really nice!”She’s older than Ella was, but she and I never kissed.“Thanks, Kel. Don’t go weird on me now, OK?”She blushed opening. After our evening meal, Julie started getting ready. I’d already showered and I lay naked on the bed, watching as different layers of clothing were put on, then removed in a continuous loop. I loved to watch her dress, boobs bouncing, butt wiggling, flashes of her dark pubic hair, as she tried on various outfits. It was an erotic show.She finally chose a black lace bra and thong set under a glittering sequinned mini-dress, a delicate number that accentuated her curves. In strappy high heels,.