It just made me even harder. Almost painfully so. I struggled to help, but hands and feet caught for a few seconds as we both pulled and then started ...aughing as we fought to free me. Finally I was as bare as she and we hugged tight, my cock trapped between us. Kissing, almost devouring each other. My hands roaming over her back, down to her ass. Smooth and soft. I grabbed that delicious curving flesh. She moaned, then one of her hands reached down between us and held my cock. My turn, to moan.. May 31st, 1999"Katie I'm really sorry! I swear to God I didn't mean to hurt you like that." I apologized."Bullshit Brad! Bullshit. You know how much I hate it when you go out drinking with those bastards. They bring out the worst in you! I mean, you were out all night long. I had no idea where you were? How could you do that to me?" she shouted."Oh please Katie, please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. I swear I'll never do it again" I pleaded for forgiveness."I don't want to talk to you. I quickly stripped off my cammies and boots, and finally my black briefs too. I stood naked at the edge of the rooms one bed in the semi darkness, and I felt my 6.5 inch, uncut cock stiffen almost instantly in anticipation of my prize in the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and then the door opened. The bathroom light was on, illuminating the room better but dimly. The slim Marine had disappeared and in his place stood a smooth, dark haired babe. He'd put on a black wig down to his shoulders in. And I had always heard that people who commit suicide aren't supposed to get into heaven. So I figured that this must be some sort of weird, unfathomable, perverse kind of hell."Al-l-l-right! So if this is hell, that means that I DIDN'T screw up killing myself," I thought with satisfaction.I guess it's natural to be a little goofy when you wake up after killing yourself, but that last thought sure proved it.At that moment, I felt, more than I actually heard, the door open. A man in a dark.