Psycho set it down and ran over to me and hugged me and yelled, “I love it! I really love it!”Psycho’s girlfriend Arlene exclaimed, “Oh my God... you’ve created a monster!”Psycho would end up using that lamp on the table next to his bed in the frat house until he finally graduated two years later.I guess it was the craziness of the gag gift exchange and the fact that nearly every gift was sexual, along with the fact that we were all drunk and stoned that led to the following events. I am not sure. Whoa Here comes the legs again. Wow this could be dangerous as well as pleasurable.. I licked and kissed and slid a finger or two into her amazing pussy and continued to hang on.I could feel her body began to shake. Her orgasam was at hand I just had to hang on it was going to be a bumpy ride. Bren released a sound that seemed to be a cross between a raging Lion and a screaming Eagle.Bren reached down and pulled me upwards until my cock was at her opening. It was easy to understand what was on. She said she was embarrassed as he whipped it out and was trying to get her to touch it. She said he kind of rubbed it on her shoulders and neck and was using it as toy. As she was telling me this, I could feel a little extra excitement in her body. She said she finally touched and then she and the girls all bust out laughing. Then the guy then shot some whipped cream on his cock and tried to get her to lick it off. A couple other girls lunged in front of her and licked the whipped cream and. My name is David Dean and Priscilla Poindexter is my resident live-in ghost acquired when I leased my gorgeous view-laden apartment in San Francisco. She was unable to leave the premises for some inexplicable "ghostly" reason and took fleshly form only for me. The fact she paraded around my apartment sans clothes was a perk that I accepted gracefully. She was very generous in dispensing her fleshly charms with very little provocation.Only recently, I had discovered that her younger sister who.