’ So, we’re going to study sex tonight, in your bed and anywhere else we can; plus as much as possible for as long as your parents are gone.”Tr...e to style of the way things go Samantha wound up getting a phone call just as we headed for the shower. She told me to go ahead and start getting cleaned up and she will join me there soon enough; her smile, the glimmer in her eyes and the way she playfully thumped my chest let me know again what she has planned for us the rest of the night.It still. Then she climbed off his increasingly limp cum-covered cock and licked up the residue of his white liquid with her eager probing tongue. They kissed passionately as her cum-covered lips engaged with his. Then, a few minutes later, she told him insistently he had to leave because her husband would be home at any minute.The guy dressed with some haste, his cock still dripping with a cocktail of their cum. He staggered out of the bedroom and, the instant he had slammed the front door behind him,. I made it around the corner just in time to see him pull her into the restroom with him. I waited a minute or two, and then quietly slipped into the restroom as well. I went in and could hear them whispering lightly in the end stall. I went down and slipped into the stall next to them. I could tell by the sounds they were making that she was already sucking his cock. Soon he was telling her how much of a dirty slut she was, and I could hear her start to gag on his cock as he forced it down her. But still, why was she still here? I really don't know too much about spirits and whatnot but aren't they supposed to pass on or something? Was she haunting the place? Miss Burrow said the dormitory had caught fire but did someone do it on purpose to kill her?That thought passed my mind as quickly as it entered. Among other things, Miss Burrow had mentioned she didn't get out much. I doubted anyone hated her, especially enough to do something that malicious.But that still left the question of.