Then Casper grunted and reached one of his large hands up to wrap it in my hair; he pulled my head back so that my body arched and his long cock sank ...ven deeper inside me. I moaned and shuddered on his cock as he yanked my head back harder, and growled at me:"You like that, you little whore? Tell me, bitch…" "Oh, fuck, yes. I like it; I love your huge black cock..." I moaned out.One of his friends got up and walked closer to us and began unzipping his jeans. He smiled and pulled his dark cock. Even though my dad andmomma appeared to Granny, too, I wasn't sure if I really believed itwasn't anything more than a dream, a very real dream, but a dreamnonetheless. As I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and pulled my long hairinto a ponytail, I wanted to believe I really saw them. I wanted tobelieve that my Momma's hug was real but it was almost too much for me.I had never seen any ghosts before, and didn't even know if I believedin them or not.***The next week went by fast. Granny called. I sat there watching the television and decided I would call Sharon later if there was still no sign of Jamie.---Finally, at about 3 AM, I heard the doorbell. I got up and went to answer.Jamie stepped into the hallway. I could tell by the defiant look on her face and the anger inside me that we were going to argue. She glared at me, just waiting for it to start, putting one hand her hip, letting the top half of her body slouch sideways, the other hand dangling loosely beside her. It was her. We bumped into each other and one look at her and I was hooked. I just stared, then had to apologize for staring, but she was so beautiful. She nodded like she was used to it and I introduced myself. We talked for a moment and I asked if I could take her out if she didn't have a boyfriend. She said she just happened to be in-between boyfriends so yes she would go out with me. Later she told me she didn't usually go out with someone after just meeting him. She liked to get to know the person a.