.. We can come back if there are things we wanted to do but couldn't..."'Like WHAT" Like HAVE YOU?" Are You a ghost?" Does that matter? Can I kiss you..."Kimberly stood there not knowing what to do. Could this really be happening? She knew she was a bit tipsy and her husband was asleep. Perhaps call it boredom. She was talking to a damn ghost. What would be the harm of sleeping with something dead? She was psyched to be talking to Ben again.Ben was what you call a “fuck boy.” Now-a-day’s you’d. Next she stepped into the charcoal-grey pencil skirt with the double pleatat the front kick-pleat at the side. She put on her mauve satin blouseand tucked it into her skirt, zipping up the skirt and adjusting thewaistband and the hem. The hem of the skirt tickled her nylon-clad thighsand sent a ripple of excitement though her body.The excitement was soon quashed as she remembered who she was dressing forand why.She sat down on the bed and slid her feet into a pair of black high-heeledpumps. When he unraveled that dick out a big tuft of bush of black hair followed. What would it be like to bury my face in all that hair?? He had a huge sausage ripe with brown hair and veins. I could tell it was only semi-soft. I HAD gotten him excited! My heart was beginning to beat stronger. Maybe I had a change with the Big Boy, after all. He made sure that I saw it all. It was heavy with blood and he was playing with it before it started squirting long blasts of yellow gold. He took his. His eyes were getting closed, cum was still coming out of his cock and landing on my tongue. I squeezed his cock and let the last drop of cum fell on my red lips. “I’m sorry…” he said panting. I smiled after swallowing the protein and licking the cum off my lips. When I asked he told me that he was a virgin, I smiled and took him to the couch. I lifted my gown and he looked down at my sexy red panties. I pulled down my panties and guided his hand to touch me. “Feel how wet you have made me,” I.