There were always girls hanging around and some of them were known to be real sluts.I typically don't pay attention to girls who are overly easy but, ...ne of them was smoking hot. I had heard a few stories about how wild she was in bed. I kept catching her looking at me and then looking away. It turned me on to see a supposed slut acting so bashful.Our next party was raging. Everyone got loaded, even myself. I saw this girl dancing, walked up to her and started making out. She was way into. "The beautiful woman with the dark hair was squatting beside his body and speaking to him. Odd, but she kept calling him Jennifer."Don't worry Jennifer. With your spirit to work with the enhanced abilities of this body you will heal perfectly, though I'm not sure how we'll ever be able to get you back into your own body."What was even stranger, to Jason anyway, was that his body then blinked open it's eyes and smiled at the gorgeous woman. "I'll be fine my Princess. Don't worry about it. It is. And you know how difficult it is for a girl to get an orgasm, right?And the fun part was, I loved being under their control. Doing what they tell me to, satisfying their minds was so gratifying that I began looking forward to the encounters. I enjoyed every bit of the encounters, with a smile on my face that seemed to drive the men crazy with… lust, i guess. And it made me even happier.That day, dad informed me that he decided to host a cards game at our house. He wanted me and my maala bhabhi. He waited to see you and tell you goodbye, then he went to the bedroom and willed himself to die." That's so sad," I said."No, honey, it's not. It's what he wanted the most, and he hung on through sheer will until you came."My feelings were a torrent of conflicting emotions. I was happy I got to see him, and sad he was dead. I was going to miss him very much.I went out to the back yard when the coroner arrived. I was still crying — Jesus, would it ever end? — and I just could not watch somebody.