It was almost overwhelming and then slightly past that when my landlady brought out those panties. OK, obviously those would be a bit too much and I'd...said that although it wasn't exactly what I'd felt seeing them.Fortunately, when I'd said no to the panties, my landlady had me stand with my back to a mirror and bend forward a little. When I glanced back, to understand her point, it was clear why little girls wore such things. I agreed and wore the ruffled panties but over my swimming trunks.. It was always a good idea to steer clear of The Authorities. In my case, it was becoming something of a necessity.As it happened, I did see someone from the neighborhood -- Mrs. Schmidt from across the street. When I walked out to pick up the mail, she asked me, with eyebrows arched, who I was.I told her. I explained that Granddad was off on a trip, and I was house-sitting for the duration. It helped, I think, that I bore at least a vague resemblance to the old man who lived there.She bought my. "See!" she snapped. "I'd never admit it. They couldn't make me!"With a twist of her body, she brought her knee crashing into his side. The sudden pain shocked him for a second, then when the next blow came, her knee thumping harder, he was brought back to his senses.Keeping his grip on her wrists, he raised his body off the sofa slightly, then sat firmly down on top of her thighs; effectively pinning her down. Her struggles increased at his apparent victory. She squirmed under him like a. No more hymen covered her sex’s entrance.And she hoped for a second haunting. She yearned for that futa-ghost’s girl-dick to fill her again.Yoshiko could still picture the ghost clear as day. She was a Japanese girl dressed like a miko, a Shrine Maiden. She had on the white haori, a ceremonial jacket worn over the kimono, and red hakama, a style of Japanese trousers with wide pant legs that almost looked like divided skirts. Shrine Maidens were important in the Shinto religion, ministering to.