Yoshiko-chan, that is so dirty... “You love it,” Yoshiko moaned between licks and swirls of the ghost’s invisible, puckered sphincter. The faint... sour musk sent a hot surge of delight down to her futa-cock and dripping pussy. She clenched, forcing out more of Chris’s cum to dribble down her thighs and the length of her dick. ... I do!... Yoshiko wiggled her tongue into her ghostly lover’s asshole, the futa-ghost moaning in her mind. She savored the thrill of probing Sayuri’s bowels, swirling,. " Before you ask Tommy, I've not slept with Arnold, it's yours, you're going to be a daddy!" Twice" added Jill laughingly,"We weren't going to tell you just yet darling" mum said, "But well you know" she looked quite sad and I felt for her, she'd genuinely cared for Arnold and there was no doubt that he'd helped her and a lot of other women less fortunate than her and Jill had been."What happens now then?" I was in a daze, I didn't have a clue about what to do or say to either of them,"We eat. Yes. Yes,” she whimpered as she felt him swelling inside her. Over and over again, he groaned as powerful spurts erupted in her depths and pooled around him. Spastic, involuntary twitches of his hips sent both of them soaring to new peaks. After what felt like a gallon of cum had pulsed from his throbbing shaft, they both jerked in beautiful agony at the same time, and he slipped free. Gasping for breath, he leaned against the shower wall. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched his wife slowly. I invited her to dinner, which she accepted then we went back to the RV for coffee but didn't have any."She ended up staying with me for three nights, but had to go to work each day. Sam was due back last night, so this morning I decided to start with a little trip to Ravenshoe" Dave said wistfully."I thought she would enjoy making love to you so much that she might want to go with you. Wasn't she any good in bed?" Jill asked"She was great, nearly as good as you, if that were possible, and yes,.