I try to move away but there is no room. What I assume is an accidental contact then happens again, but this time it is no accident.I feel fingers run...ing over my trousers along the length of my cock. Desperately I look around to see who it is, but I am surrounded by impassive faces – men, women, young and old. We are so squashed together I can’t even look down to see the hand. What can I do? The hand continues to massage my ever hardening cock until it is rigid and trying to burst out of my. Their natural state is invisible after all. Also, the one thing you absolutely have to remember when battling ghosts; is not to be afraid."Misty pried her eyes off the ectoplasm that had now collected in Miranda's hand, and was even now dripping in long sticky strands to the floor where it pooled at her feet. "Th-that's a little harder than it looks," she replied nervously, noting the way the green ooze sublimated loudly as it hit the concrete floor with unpleasantly wet sounding. Wondering what your doing...then the phone rings...smiling to myself...i know its you before I even answer...your sexy voice in my ear...as you ask how I am...telling you I am fine...esspally now that I am talking to you. We exchange sweet words and giggles. Our conversation leading to more arousing things...picturing in our minds what each other is doing...your voice getting deeper as you ask me what I am wearingi lower my voice and tell you just my lace panties. I hear your mmmmmm at. The feeling of this young stud rocking her world was becoming too much as she felt another wave about to break over her.Now gasping for breath, Jason continued moving his hips in a blur, not sure of how much he could take. His hands were slipping from her thighs as a fine sheen of sweat freshly covered their bodies. Gritting his teeth, he drove home and looked into her wide eyes. Claire’s mouth hung wide open, throaty growls and moans escaping her. An itch was growing down deep and Jason.