Her breasts sprang out as he undressed himself. His cock was full and hard and he wanted her right now but he knew he wanted to taste her pussy first....He lay down next to her and kissed her lips, then her cheeks, down to her breasts, softly taking each one in his mouth and licking and sucking ever so gently. Her warm pussy juices now flowing, he moves down in between her legs and she spreads them for him. His hands on her thighs push back and he licks her juices and he starts moaning his hot. It was a true trailer,attached to a dark blue pickup, and with extended sides when at rest.Inigo answered the door. Tall, strong and dark, he looked much youngerthan his 48 years. He could be the same age as Emmet - a tired 35."Surprised to see me?" said Emmet, with a forced smile."No," was the simple reply."Well I am really surprised to be here," said Emmet. "I'm not even surewhy I am." You had to come," said Inigo. "We had a deal, remember. You live alife, but in return you are mine for. Strangely. The house has resisted any planning laws such as replaceing the bars on the windows so that people can quickly get out if the house is on fire.Today. The house had a new family.The ghost watched them move in from one of the windows near the top. over the last hundred years he had watched familys come and go. the last one was only 10 or perhaps 15 years ago.The ghost thought back to that family. He rather enjoyed the games he'd played with them.He was intreagued by the couples love. Both major parties had deep, structural flaws. I had to make my choice. I cast my first ballot for President in 1992. For Ross Perot, of all people! I thought, let’s give someone fundamentally different a shot. Who knows how that might have gone?“Second time Clinton came up, I thought, well, I don’t like his gun control, but that’s not on the ballot and Dole’s tax cuts would blow up the budget and only help the rich. Plus, I blamed Gingrich at least somewhat for the shutdown. So, yeah, I voted.