He listened as Rufus' ghost droned on about what a bad friend he had been to him. “Why didn’t you just burn my bones, then I wouldn’t be here, B...ob?”“Yeah so you would have another thing to Bitch at me about.”“What?”“I didn’t burn your bones despite the boys begging me because I …….felt I needed to be tortured, maybe.”“You are one selfish son of a bitch even in my after life you screwed me over.” “Ugh….” Bobby said, “you know you could be more helpful dead than alive….” he added. “How is that?”. This is the story of the experience. That was the first time I realized that I liked girls, not guys.I was f******n at the time. My breasts were still tiny but other than that, people said I was a gorgeous person. I had a thin, athletic build. My hair had grown out and reached halfway down my back. I had grown tall. People often told me I looked like a supermodel.Of course that meant a lot of guys were into me. Since my first time, I had six boyfriends in the past three years and had sex with. I begged him to use the vibrator on my vagina, and a pad, I squirted off the end of the bad onto the bedroom floor as I gripped his cock. Then I kissed him like when we were engaged and I wished I could have him. I was a virgin when we married. I gripped his thickness and he got on top of me and slid into me deeply, we made love and he massaged my G-spot the way he sometimes can and I wanted him to empty his seed into me! I love it when his seed is in me, and I walk around at work the next day. Something seemed backwards here. Yet if you followed what had been happening, her pushing me away showed that I had convinced her what I wanted. Was that really what I wanted? I didn't know.There was some pounding on the bathroom door and Mary asked if I was going to be in the shower all morning. Well, not actually asked. More like yelled.Mom had an early shift today so I went into the kitchen and had some cereal and OJ for breakfast. Mary came in as I was halfway through my Wheaties."Hi, Lover.