Some time later I woke up. I think it was the sound of her being savagely fucked that woke me up. When she noticed I was awake her bf got off and she ...pread her legs wide."You want to fuck me don't you?"The sight of a woman spreading her legs and showing a well-fucked open pussy is amazing to me. I couldn't get underessed fast enough. Still drunk. Still half asleep. Still only half erect I mounted her. Starting slowly to get myself togehter. It was amazing. She wa a very naughty girl. I'd never. Just about every book of “true” ghost stories was taken out of the library, and returned by Halloween night. Her thoughts were interrupted by “Trick or treat!” Marian looked up and smiled at the Tinkerbelle and Spiderman who stood on the other side of the desk. “Don’t you two look great this year? Are you having a good time?” “Yes,” they said in unison. “Let’s see, did you come here to get an apple?” The pouting lips on the faces of the seven-year old Burnette twins was priceless. “No,” they. We went up the stream for a while and came to a silent spot where there was a small cove surrounded by trees and reeds. The boy who slept the night said “it’s great place to fuck”. I told the navigator that he could just pretend fishing and watch out for strangers while we were “fucking” and gave him good amount of money for his service. I wasnt afraid that he would tell someone about this because we wouldnt be going there ever again. So he went back of the boat and sat down turning his back at. I squeezed her hand. ‘She was on her way home from work one day. She was a schoolteacher. A deer jumped out in front of her and she swerved to miss it. Her SUV turned over and she slid into a ravine. It was a steep drop and she… she didn’t make it.’ She pulled my hand to her face and kissed it. ‘I can tell you really loved her,’ she said. ‘I did, and I still do,’ I said. ‘I honor her memory by living life the way she would want me to. I don’t honor her if I live my life in regret. She loved me.