What she didn’t understand was that my spectral close friends had helped me make want to her that evening and that We probably couldn’t perform as...well with out them. I couldn’t tellthem about the ghostly pair, they would undoubtedly freak out, also, although I’d managed tolook for a real way to find my newfound friends, (using fluorescent lighting) up to now, I'd had nogood luck in communicating with them.The entranceway to my bedroom opened on its own, and then closed, they were back. I. Curtis sent a more forceful spasm through her pussy as he imbedded the vibrator's blunt tip further up inside her vaginal passage. "Tell me you'll love it!" I won't! I... I can't!" Lisa's resistance ebbed with the exquisitely maddening pleasures being lavished on her supine form, but she couldn't bring herself to suffer this further indignity. It would be the peak of total, humiliating surrender!"Say it, Mrs. Hamilton," Curtis hissed. "Say you want Scott to fuck you. Yeah... for Scott and me to. I went to one of the sweaty jerseys and smelled the girls' sweat. I smelled around the chest and back and armpits. I smelled the stomach and neck. It was intoxicating. but I wanted panties.I looked around some more and checked a couple lockers. Finally I found one with a bag in it. Ismelled the bag itself and it had a sweat smell seeping from it. I unzipped the zipper and as I moved it, some air poofed out and hit my nostrils. There was definitely some fresh sweaty clothes in this bag. I opened. It was only a small party, andmostly friends of friends since I had been so distant from the worldfor the last year or so. But it was another step in my journey backand, rather than a tightness in my chest, or a tenseness in my mind, Iwas.......Happy."How would you like to look like that more often?" I asked her.She looked puzzled. "It is kind of fun being girlie, I suppose." You have a block of apartments that I'm sure could usecleaning.......I have a maid......." I mused.I honestly hadn't.