"This should get you're imagination going, sweety." I feel her going back to my cock. Sucking as I grow hard again. The second I am hard enough she ho...s on top and starts ridding me. Hard and fast this time. Staring at me, kissing me occasionally and moaning. I am in heaven. She rides and rides while I begin to feel it building inside again. Her moans get louder and louder and she is feeling wetter and wetter. All of a sudden she begins to shake and i feel her pussy wrap even tighter around my. I suggested that she might have wanted to expand her experiences, but she thought that it was still strange. I asked her if she felt any sexual stirrings as she watched. She said that she knew what she should be feeling, but it was more curiosity than anything else. I asked what she was curious about, and she said she was curious about what the woman felt when the man did certain things. The obvious question to ask was, “What things,” but I decided to let that pass, but suggested that as well. He did not look his age, for an older man he was very desirable. He was standing behind her as she walked through the door. She was wearing a short mini skirt with a thong underneath and a low cut blouse that showed off her breasts.He closed the door and walked towards her. He could not ignore the way she sucked on the pencil; he was aroused by looking at her. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips dropping the pencil on the floor. She bent over to pick it up.Mr. Orlando’s. I tried to pretend she wasn’t there, and I ignored her as best I could, but that didn’t make her go away. Then Angela started feeding me test answers in school, and telling me where to pan for gold in the river, and showing me where the game was when I was hunting. The apparition’s proclamations were so accurate, that I could no longer deny her existence. Angela was dead, but she wasn’t gone.After my parents tried an exorcism to relieve me of the ‘demon that plagued my soul,’ I stopped trying.