I twisted her tits.“Hit them David,” he said, “hit them hard.”I did, raining blows on those huge tits in my frustration as l fucked her. I wa...ted to cum but there was nothing there.“Yes baby!” Eileen called back to me, raking her nails down my chest, “oh god yes!”I felt the heat of her cunt juices flooding over my cock as she came but still l kept humping into her.I saw movement, Brian was walking away, curling up in the corner, watching the scene before him. Mum and Carol were locked. The rarefied version of his apex was favorable enough to snick a peek of a glistening skin, which had seasoned due to the sun’s courtesy. He was wearing a half shirt, which was stripped off it’s soberness due to dirt, and a full pant whose color was supposed to be white, but looked like dark grey now, because of obvious reasons!He continued exploring and reached my crotch eventually. Since I was curious about what he would do next, I feigned being unaware of his advances. Slowly and cautiously. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * However the main attraction of the former laundry room, which is my workroom as a potter, is Martha, the resident ghost. As a child I would sit on the scrubbed table and ask Martha to tell me a story. She always did. When I became an adult, she told me about incidents in her life at the Hall. Each time I became Martha and experienced. His finger felt inside the walls and slid deeply in and out, slick with joy juices. After driving me close to exploding again, he slowly withdrew his finger and rearranged the edge of my panties and reported, “Excellent, everything is fine inside.”Standing by my side, his hands then moved to my upper thigh, where he felt around the garter straps and stocking tops before slowly stroking the full length of my exposed stocking-covered legs down to my RHT-covered feet.The doctor moved to the foot.