She was free. Jessie leaned back and looked at Melissa. “That’s a helluva story.” “I know,” Melissa panted. She was ab...solutely aching with need after revisiting the events of that night. “Did you drive home naked?” Jessie arched an eyebrow. “I wrapped myself in a towel,” Melissa paused. “Do you believe me?” “Yes. I also know you’re in a bad way after getting abused by that ghost. I know you haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking since it. Now he gasps for breath and you set out to drive him crazy the way he’s done to you. You unzip his pants and your hand dives into his underwear, grasping his hardness, stroking it, bringing it out and stroking it some more. You fall to your knees, tugging at his boots and stripping his pants and underwear away, grasping his cock again, squeezing it tight, stroking it up and down. He peels your dress and panties away with one practiced move and shoves you back onto the loveseat.He falls to his. I leaned into him , enjoying the sensation. Hands where everywhere. My boobs were being devoured, while my legs were held up and spread apart. Someone buried his face in between my legs, and I came like crazy. I don't remember how my dress finally came off, or how many times I came. They were insatiable, and we fucked in many different positions all through the night and into the next day. Its funny though how I remember silly little things, like someone telling the others not to fuck me. Except," I say, "don't you ever wish that you were just, you know,born a girl?" Jamie chuckles and shakes her head at my question."All the time," my mentor whispers. "Especially when I see my friendswith their children... But if I'd been born a girl, I probably wouldn'thave made the friends I have, and I CERTAINLY wouldn't have metStuart... All in all, I don't have any regrets." Good for you, I self-pityingly think to myself. "Know what you're wearing to Addie'sbirthday party yet?" Jamie.