She got up on her knees, my cock still in. Now I was kneeling behind her and started stroking. Hands clutching her breasts and she was holding my head...We were sweating but no stopping. I was hitting her bums with my groin and making flapping noise. She was crying in ecstasy. I slowed down and asked her “sweetu where dya want me to cum” She was breathless and shy a bit and said “its safe you can cum in” Great I turned her back and started fingering her cunt again. She was getting hot. She was. The next thing I knew I was standing up looking down at myself. You really learn alot about life watching the smoke waft up from your burnt out eyesockets. The ultimate irony came when I tried to leave the apartment and found that I couldn't. I hardly ever went out in life, why would death be any different. When my body was finally discovered I couldn't even go with it (still don't know what happened to it, hope it was a good funeral!)It didn't really dawn on me that I was dead until they came. We were both ready to fuck the shit out of each other, but didn’t know what to since this place was too public to have full on sex. We stopped and she put her titties away and composed ourselves. We decided that this was too sporadic and next time we would plan better to meet and fuck (I first received her e-mail about noon, and this was happening at 5pm). We decided I would just drop her off at the train station.My mind was racing while driving; I knew this may be my one and only chance to. Adjust." Oh my," Lori breathed the question into the phone, "Are you? She stopped and listened. "Tell me, please." She held her breath, she was pretty sure she knew what she was hearing. She imagined him in a chair doing what she had watched him do in his car while she sat squirming next to him, both hands between her legs.He grunted, and muttered, "Yes, stroking it, want you so damn bad." He was no longer trying to be quiet."Not fair!" she teased. "I'm wet and can't move..."Her choice of words.