She looked back at me in quiet submission as an idea started to form in my mind. Returning to the wardrobe, I said, “Pick your favourite.”She sort...d through and pulled a sleeveless dress out; it was a dark blue silk with a gold braid trim. The neckline was cut deep front and back with a two-inch wide strap over each shoulder. She held it out and gazed at it, an enigmatic smile just touching her lips. Her eyes were a little misty.“Put it on, Mum.” She never gave me a chance to leave the room or. ." Carla stumbled to a stop."I'm not a freaking ghost. So don't call me one," Brenda snapped, quite uncharacteristically."I was going to say spirit," Carla quietly said. "I didn't mean to insult." Oh, shit. I didn't mean to, either," Brenda said. "It's just that I feel so ... strange. I don't know what is wrong with me. And you're right; I can't see how I could be sick. I have, generally, the same feelings I had when I was alive, though, minus a few things like a body, for instance," she. After several minutes they both eased themselves from me. My face felt cold, wet and sticky, and ached, and my anus felt bruised and open, as cold air seemed to rush into it. Remarking brightly that she had enjoyed it, Anne announced that she would have seconds, telling Wayne to “put it in and hold him back until she was ready”. As she reversed her position and straddled my hips, Wayne held my cock erect so that she could squirm down onto it, sliding down onto my shaft. Wayne shifted his grip. "Oskar: "Ahh verstehe, also ist dein anderer Stecher da, ja..."Ich schämte mich, aber Herr Dr. Seifert hatte mir ja befohlen die Wahrheit zu sagen und aufgrund meiner starken Erregung war es mir auch nicht möglich, mir so schnell etwas Anderes auszudenken...Sandra: "ja... mhm... ja ist er... mhm..."Oskar: "Sag, kann es sein, dass er dich gerade fickt, oder warum jaulst du so..."Sandra: "Ja... mhm... er ahhh... fickt mich mhm... ahhhhh"Herr Dr. Seifert hatte mir gerade auf meinen nackten.