I think I whispered in your ear, softly, words of love and words of simple need. My dick was speaking through me, even as my soul danced with your own... Fuck, cunt, dick, cock...I want to fuck you, I want to have you, I want to pump you full of cum...I need to make you mine, to fuck you, to possess you.I am sure I said these things. I am sure you moaned agreeably.While I whispered to you and sucked you and bit you so, so gently, my hand moved down over your soft, soft skin. I let my fingertips. Then I realized I wasstanding there naked, so I grabbed a towel, tied it around my waist andcrossed my arms over my nipples.?Sorry sweety,? Sam said. ?Look just keep reminding yourself, it?s onlytemporary. A year or so from now you?ll be back to your old self,sending all your friends a video from the moon... If you really want toblow all our money that way. Which is fine, if you want to. And don?tforget you?ll live longer anyway, so this isn?t wasted time.??Just a detour, a very very odd. Before I could even say a word of greeting or appreciation, my cock exploded and my creamy cum filled the beautiful ghost's mouth with my morning gift of protein.My hand was resting softly on her nicely rounded bottom and I allowed my fingers to stroke deep inside her hot cleft touching her pucker hole with gentle familiarity. I could hear her purring just like a kitten looking for a home.My name is David Dean and Priscilla Poindexter is my resident live-in ghost acquired when I leased my. “May I call you Vickie? We probably shouldn’t use the name ‘Sally’ even in private.” Jeff could see her indecision, but he couldn’t imagine the reason. He had asked her to let him make love to her, and she was hesitant. Well, he had at least one chance, and he would use it to overcome her uncertainty.“That would be fine.” She didn’t want to be Sally if Sally might be found. She really wanted to leave all that had been Sally behind.Jeff got into bed and covered them both to the waist. If Vickie.