He pushes his finger deeper in her hot pussy and hears the juices make that sweet wet sound that turns him on so much. He loves that sound of her wetn...ss and how sweet it is to feel them flow just for him. He loves knowing he has this effect on her. She can never resist him.She feels him reach behind her and hears him unzip his pants. She is so excited now because she knows what is coming next.He bends her over slightly against the wall and pulls the back of her dress up and takes his legs and. The lack of moisture in the cavern probably helped with that, but I would need to get some fresher wood.I collected what I needed from the pile and made my way to the circle of stones that I had left when I last had been here. They were located about twenty feet from the pile of wood and about a foot from the northern wall. I had chosen this spot because there was a small opening in the ceiling that vented to the outside. It proved to be a good water source during storms, so I had to be sure. Eventually Mr. Benson pushed me off of his wilted member and remarked.“I knew you were a natural cocksucker. You remind me so much of my friend Rodney.”“Is that the guy who used to suck your dick when you were younger?”“Yep, but he didn’t just suck my cock, although he was my best friend and he would suck whoever I told him too. I can remember one week he must have swallowed nearly a gallon of sperm. That week all he did was eat, sleep and suck dick. Some time he sucked dick in his sleep and of. He joked the ghost kept him company.Everyone usually laughed at that comment, as the stories of an office ghost had been going around for years. The building was constructed in the early 1890s and was a beautiful art nouveau design that you rarely see anymore, with graceful curves replacing the sharp corners of the other buildings in the area.The ghost stories sprang from a story that during the building's construction, the foreman's young wife brought down the lunch he had forgotten on his way.