..his eye brow arched at my sigh and the wicked smile that spread across his face had all my alarms going off. He pulled my head to the side and sunk ...is teeth in the tended part of my neck...he wispered "I heard that sweetheart?.....before I could react he bent me sharply over the bed burying my face in the mattress, hiked my skirt up over my hips and shred my panties in one hard tug....I began to panic when I heard what could only be his pants coming undone..... he grabbed my hips and spread. .. I have a history with ghosts and dragons and now Pixies.The first ghost I can remember, attacked my first cat ... lemmesee... 1966 ... yeah, 1966. First wife ... uh huh. We lived in a small house on US 27 just down the road from the Hill Top Tavern. Alward Lake Road ... south of that. You can see where it used to be on Google ... no ... ya can't ... it's gone. Shoot, there's a big pond where Uncle Jess used to keep his horses.I'll bet that was fun digging out ... Jess used to bury the dead. Sarah insisted that, since we were traveling without escort, she would guard me. After a lot of argument, which I invariably lost, I finally permitted her to carry her .32 strapped to her thigh under her dress. I wasn't really worried about her shooting somebody, so I just gave in.The trip was interesting for the most part, but somewhat boring at times. One farm looks pretty much like another after you've seen hundreds of them. We played cards to while away the time, and that's when I found out. Frustrated I looked down towards my legs and saw a large purple object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thighs. As my eyes focused and the object protruded further I could see the large purple object attached to a long thick shaft. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, eyes closed, face contorted in strained pleasure, hips slowly, rhythmically thrusting. I immediately looked back down and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. Oh, my God, is he humping me, I thought..