." her words echoed through the walls followed by audible cries of pleasure. Her cries were punctuated by masculine grunts and jeering. "Fuck that hoe... Fuck her good! I could hear a loud slap ring out."Cream that bitch" another boy cried in excitement. Finally one of the boys shouted "I'm cumming!"There was a brief silence, followed by the sound of loud boys cheering.I heard footsteps on the old creaky floorboards. Was it a teacher? My heart raced. I peeked down the dusty corridor ahead.. No one, and I mean NO one, would ever sign up for a second death.Being dead isn't bad, it's the getting there that's a bitch. It's kind of like one of those vacations to an obscure little Pacific island. Once there it's Paradise, but getting there is a royal pain in the ass, or in my case in the chest.When you're dead, there is no more pain, and that's a good thing. The flip side is there isn't much in the way of physical sensation of the pleasurable kind either. What you have is your mind,. I always knew Kendra was a bit of a voyeur, and I unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down and slid my fingers in. "Holy shit honey, you're soaked," I said as I looked down and saw her pink panties start to have a huge wet spot on them. I reached in the drawer and took out her vibrator and started to use it on her clit as she listened to our guests go at it in our guest room. As I used her toy, I went down and started to lick Kendra's pussy as the vibrator as playing on her clit. The sounds in. ‘Hey Mick, again big thanks and say fuck all, remember, ok?’ she warned him.‘Erm yes, of course love, sorry, I will. Only thing is, are you changing for Mark? I mean rubber stuff? What will he think?’’ Mick worried over.‘Nah, I will blow him off, then I can blame him for my spunk breath…hahahahaha!!!’ she roared.Mick took her heavy soaked nickers and left the flat, this time via the front door, before Mark saw him there. He placed the nickers in a plastic bag to keep in the dirty sticky.