Oh why am I even bothering to explain? Anyway, Karen was looking at the back of the postcard. I figured that maybe she was into stamps also so I asked...her."So Karen, have you been a philatelist for very long." She must have turn six shades of red. I pressed onward, "I'm always asking people to send me new ones. I have quite a collection; I was twelve when I got my first one. How about you?" You were twelve?!" I was transfixed as Karen's nipples became noticeably more prominent. "I, I... I was. How many times do I have to tell you?" She was in Wayne's house." Is this that ghost you keep seeing? Seriously, Keith, I think you need to see a doctor--get your head checked or something. There's something wrong with you. You're not normal." I saw someone. She was in a dream as well." You really need to see a doctor." What do I have to do to make you believe me?" You need evidence." What do you mean?" I'll only believe you if you go into Wayne's house and take a picture of the girl."Sherwin. I wondered how long ithad been since anyone other than her husband had seenher this way. Her legs were slightly parted and her pussy lips were alittle darker than the surrounding skin and they hungdown like they were inviting a cock to push betweenthem. I was certainly going to accept the invitation.She shaved her pubic hair all but a thin strip thatpointed the way to her cunt and she looked totallyfuckable standing there looking at the floor.“Play with your cunt.” “What do. I was a bit relieved but got nervous with her. She asked me to relax and not to worry about anything. She came close to me and asked if I had any physical experience with a girl ever, I honestly said that I never had a chance to do anything like that but I would love to.She started coming really close to me and asked if I masturbate regularly, I was a bit shy now and said yes I do. I was again horny after listening to her and she started to blush. Suddenly she asked me to masturbate in front of.