I wanted to let you go; I just couldn’t stop myself.”I decided to explore this part of my stepson’s psyche a bit more. “Robert, I did not resi...t nearlyforcefully enough. I don’t know if I could have stopped you, but I did not fight your entrance into mevery much at all. In fact, I encouraged it.”I paused to let this sink in a moment. Laying there with my stepson’s thick, heavy and partially firmpenis inside me was a very strange experience indeed. I was enjoying the closeness of our post-coital. Michael had Jason pressed up against the car and was ramming his face into the right rear tire. The hubcap split and broke as Jason’s mask cracked against the steel of the lug nuts and wheel assembly. ‘Okay,’ Sean raised his Uzi, ‘Time to fish or cut bait.’ He fired several rounds into Michael’s shoulder, a precision hit that rocked Michael backwards. Blood sprayed into the drizzling air as he looked up from his work, his eyes crimson from the hemorrhaging. The expressionless Halloween mask. Alex — lost his pants.Alex — lost his boxer shorts, and it was obvious that he was aroused, his penis wasn't hard, but you could see that it was getting bigger, but his pubic hair was hiding the base of his penis."Well, Alex," Eva said with a smile. "You have lost today, so stand up so we girls can have a better look at you."Alex stood up and showed off his package extra good to us girls. His body was nicely tanned and firm, only his dick, the area around it and his buttocks weren't tanned. At. 'That's why I got you these things,' she said, nodding towards the ghost guy-clothes carefully laid across the hope chest at the foot of the bed: Boxer shorts and socks on a T-shirt, on a polo shirt, on a pair of jeans. "If you are seen by other ghosts, you'll be wearing something you wouldn't mind, uh, being caught dead in." Nicole wished she could've resisted saying that more.Taylor-Nicole didn't like being reminded. "I'm not wearing anybody's else's stuff: Even another guy's. Having on those.