The night I died was my birthday. Thirty-two. I'll age no more. At least I don't think so. Being new at this I don't know if Spirits age. Time will te...l about that.I guess that being confronted with a strong Spirit who explained a few things did help. I also knew I was pretty much on my own as I traveled around finding out how to be a Spirit.So, anyway, what I wanted to explain to you is that Spirits don't actually talk to each other like the living do. Well, not exactly. It's more like thought. And don't go messing around with u******e k**s.But then in some European countries k**s can have sex as young as 12,so go figure,lol.Walking home with Chris I realised he was one dirty minded k**.But then I'd also realised I realised I was pretty much heading that way myself! We headed into a secluded lane,a short cut to our street.And curiosity,and my stiff cock,got the better of me and I asked Chris to show me his daddy's condom again.Chris threw his head back and roared with laughter,"See,my. I had her bent into an impossible position and was thrusting harder than I ever had. Somewhere in my mind the thought that I could seriously injure her tried to surface. It didn’t temper my assault, on the contrary it drove me even faster. Tears ran down her face. Every muscle in my body was straining as I fucked Natasha harder than I would a two-bit whore. I was struggling to control myself but I couldn’t stop. She had to know who was in control. The sounds she was making were awful. Donna was sleeping as crept into bed careful not to disturb her. I took her hand and held it As I thought what a lucky man Mark was. His wife loved him beyond reason. She was willing to put every thing aside for what she had thought he wanted. Their problem last night was jus t a fluke. It wasn’t done from malice or Marcy’s needs, as screwed up as it sounds it was done as an act of love. She loved Mark so much, she was willing to break her wedding vows to fulfil his fantasy. I happily drifted.