A lady. A goddess. The most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. It was in a coffee shop, which was something that made me laugh when I though... about it, because I don't really go to coffee shops, but for some reason, that day I did. I was sitting at a table, reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and sipping a steaming hot cup of caramel coffee. Minutes later, in she walked. Samantha Fox. I knew her name as soon as I saw her, because I remembered her from college. I fell in love with. We were getting so close to the fun part. Pressed up against the wall, with her ass inches from my face she replied, “Yeah sorry everything’s ok, the sound was nothing.”And with that, the attendant left and we could return to our dirty, naughty fun. Grabbing onto her skirt I pulled it down to her ankles. She stepped out and kicked it to the side. Her black lace panties looked so good on her ass, barely able to contain her hard clitty as it dripped precum into her panties.I kissed her ass cheek. We settled quickly into a rhythm that was nothing like I’d ever experienced, nothing like I’d ever seen on those porn movies that the guys showed on their in-car DVD’s while we were waiting for our next pickups. The other thing that had me wondering was that in the porn movies the guys had universally huge cocks, much bigger than my meagre effort, but this didn’t seem to worry Cindy at all, she wanted it, she begged for all of it. Sometime between her second and third orgasm I came, and came,. Just then more footsteps were heard. These were louder than the previous ones."You think that cane is a fake?" Lesley asked. "Those footsteps don't sound like the ones he made when he left." Could it be a ghost? Do you think this place could actually be haunted?" Paula said to herself wishing she were somewhere else but there. She backed away and bumped into one of the naked mannequins. The cool plastic touch sent a shiver up her spine.The sound of a tree breaking the window got the girls.