” “Again,” Jess called out. Three more thwacks filled the room as she paddled Miss D’Haviland’s defenceless bottom, over and over. The olde... woman whimpered. “Yes Miss Harris,” she cried out. “Better,” said Jess switching the crop into her left hand, reaching with her right hand between Miss D’Haviland’s legs to grip her pussy. The woman’s sex was open and wet, and Jess slid two entwined fingers deep within her as she smiled. She pushed her hand upward roughly between the woman’s spread. The familiar scent of sandalwood filled my senses.Looking up, I saw my dream ghost. He was looking down at me, shaking his head. It's funny how they can solidify when they want, and vanish other times. I watched him grab a towel.Wrapping it around my body, he lifted me up to my feet. Then hooking his arms under my legs, he lifted my body up t o cradle against his solid chest. My ghost carried me to his room, the royal blue room.“You will be safe here,” he said, setting me down on the huge. .” I frowned. “I was entertaining thoughts of divorcing Barb for you at some point down the road. Dinner made me certain that you and I have more in common than I ever had with her. If he’d returned in a month, you might have laughed in his face, but he’s here now and I haven’t captured near enough of your heart to make you turn him away.”She looked terribly conflicted, but she nodded. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.“Don’t be,” I told her. “Just promise me two things. First, demand a prenup and. Brandon swallowed everything and felt him slow almost to a stop, then buck his hips and erupt like a volcano again, dumping another few shots into his mouth. Only Harold, probably with years of pent-up juice, could manage a rare double-orgasm. He finally let Harold's cock slip from his mouth, noticing that it wasn't even going soft much. Mt. Everest had been climbed!As Harold panted helplessly in a daze, Brandon pulled all of Harold's remaining clothes off, moved up, and kissed his chest and.