I need something different, something strong, kinky. I didn’t have sex with the guy, I swear, but what he did was just exciting me. He asked me to r...de the bus with my pants unbuttoned, and that only turned me on.”Doug thought for a moment then said, “Ok, we can do that. We can do something, but I don’t want you to have sex with him or any other guy.”“I don’t want to have sex with any other guy. That happens only in my fantasies,” she explained.“Will you share with me what you talked about?” he. Hers was a color on the brilliant side of grape. She was right; he shoulders, legs and back were all exquisite; of course, her body was 24 years old again. Out of habit, I took her in my arms and kissed her like she was still mine.Of course, she was. She just wasn’t allowed to know it.“I love this color,” Kay said of her golden bronze skirt that brought her tan out. What she didn’t know was that the color was called butterscotch, just like her tasty pussy juice. “But there’s a fire engine red. I heard my brother came home, and it seemed like he brought his buddies with him to hang out!I heard them laughing and having loud bro-talk. Then I started hearing moaning women and men. I went to the top of the staircase to see what's going on. My brother and his four friends were in the living room, watching porn, talking about the girls they fucked. They had raided my dad's liquor cabinet and drank whatever they found: beer, vodka, bourbon. My dad was going to be so mad when he finds out, I. The illusion was convincing. Her knees even appeared to make an impression on the covers! Her moaning became more insistent, filling the room, and my mind.Finally, I could not resist. As slowly and quietly as I could, I stood up. When that didn't trigger a reaction, I stepped forward. I stood right next to the bed, with the ghost kneeling directly in front of me. I bit my lip, held my breath, and reached out with one hand to touch her ass. I was nervous about what sort of reaction this would.