I could see her blush. I didn't know if it was cause the cold or what I had said but it didn't matter. The rest of the day we went shopping and did di...fferent things. (Totally off topic: I'm a fucking girl when it comes to shopping, look and see what I like, try it on, buy it, and leave with a hand full bags.) We went out for dinner and after words we talked some more. Really started to get to know each other. Now that I had thought about it, I fucked a girl and I met her 5 minutes before and. Seeing my discomfort he says, "Look, Sara, I..." He sets down his napkin and sighs, "We'll be fine. Fine. I'm still getting my head around it. Nothing will change. You'll see." His optimistic bravado.And then he took my hand. I look at him with my hand in his and say, "It already has." And he pulls his hand back. I stare at my coffee. He doesn't know what I am thinking, what I want, whether it will ever happen again. He says, "What SHOULD we do? Stop? We can. What do you want me to say?"I am. After that she would be good. Exhausted, she gave a mental shrug, and let her eyelids close. Sleep came instantly to her, her last conscious thought was the slightly disconcerting realization that she hadn’t slept in the same bed with someone in years. This was definitely a step forward. Chapter Two: Being dead was not so bad. He could not really feel much of anything around him, but it was not bad. Evidently when you were dead you lost the use of eyes, because he certainly could not open. We had many multipartner evenings, and when I was away and we could talk on the phone I was able to hear her with other men and an occasional woman as they fucked. Occasionally she would fuck 2-3 guys as I listened and even told them what I wanted them to do, and then she would wear some panties for several hours, and then send to me to sniff and lick and then cum in. She also would sneak panties from her girl friends hamper and send them to me.I have mentioned in other stories that I was the.