After a few seconds of this cock manipulation by me, he whispered that he was close to cumming and his mouth resumed its clamping to my shoulder. Mome...ts later he did cum. As he reached ecstasy he shouted loudly; I cannot remember what he said but it made me jump! It was a funny thing, feeling another guys cock pulse in my hand, as he spurted over my hips. His own cream landed many globs onto my stomach and during his orgasm he lifted and twisted closer to me so that much of his emissions. I instantly got more nervous. “You’re not going to ask me to dance, are you?”He laughed. “Well, I was. Should I not?” I shook my head. “You should not. Unless you want any hope of you actually liking me to vanish, because I cannot dance.” He smiled warmly. “Emma, I already actually like you. Even your bad dancing couldn’t change that.” My heart fluttered again, like it did that night at the beginning of the summer. He leaned into me, and I almost did the same. Before he could kiss me, I quickly. But don’t worry. That doesn’t happen. I’ve figured that out already. This life force thing that keeps my Spirit alive has more to do with my inner strength than my no longer, physical strength.Although at its base level, I did get an interesting rejection of my presence in her body. “Who the fuck are you!” was her immediate response. Or rather her Spirit’s reaction to my intrusion. She was still deeply sedated and yet her Spirit was right there and it had the strength to want to fight me. I only hoped that that person would be me. Then one magical night I was lucky enough to be her first. That night would start a chain of events in my and her life that no one else would ever believe. I arrived at Rebecca’s house just before dark to pick her up for our date. Our plans were to go out to eat and then catch a movie. I walked in and was greeted by her mother. Jean was a beautiful late 40’s MILF with long blond hair and an intoxicating smile. Though a little overweight, she was an.