"Amy Sue gave Missy a quick hug. "Thank you, Missy!" I could see tears in her eyes.I must have looked confused because Amy Sue smiled through the tear...s and put her hand on my arm. "Missy stops in to see Mom whenever she's in the hospital. You did know that your girlfriend volunteers at the hospital on Sundays and Wednesdays, didn't you John? You're a pretty lucky guy, John; your girlfriend is special."I had known that Missy did volunteer work at the hospital, but I'd never realized that might. I was already dead.I went to my own funeral. My mother tried to justify my death by telling herself and the other mourners that I had had no business drinking at my age. I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I. We get on booth sides of her and feel her over her underwire, pushup bra. Her nipples poke out rock hard."Errrrrggggg." She squirms and wriggles around. Christine bites her through her bra."OhmiGod girl!" They kiss some more. I pinch at her nipples and dip my fingers inside the bra cups while they tongue wrestle."Hey, that's unofficial! Back to the game!" OK, everybody breathe...Truth. Christine, have you ever touched a dick before?" No, and I don't plan to." Dare! Just a little, over the. The warmth at both ends is so satisfying and, even with my snatch empty, I feel so full now, so completely taken.Oliver fits the palm of his hand against my crotch through the vinyl and I feel the warm press of the metal zipper against my clit. It feels tight and rough, but good, so good now. It brings me close to the edge. I writhe my ass hard back against him. I should worry I might hurt him somehow but I’m past caring, past reason.He responds by removing his hand. He takes me by the hips and.