Voice 1: "I can't believed it worked"Voice 2: "I know!"Voice 1: "Whodda thought nickin' some k**s phone and texting a random person, would lead us to ...uch a sweet little fuck tool"As their conversation continued, I began to cry, they must of heard me and so they wandered in. Both were middle aged, nearly bald, one slightly taller than the other and both were in nothing but boxer shorts. They smiled as I continued to sob, when suddenly *WHACK* I was slapped silly. This made me stop crying for. I quickly apologized. "Sorry. You're just so beautiful." Well, you're seeing the image I want you to see," she said. "Actually I'm a hundred and two, all wrinkled like a prune and wasted away to practically nothing."I laughed right back to her, but I understood she had just told me another interesting thing about being a Spirit. The image I project is what the others see. Just like the image she had conjured up for me to see.I put together an image of an eighty year old, fairly gnarly guy, and. She had one leg over mine and the other under my ass. Her cunt felt like a ripe peach, smearing my pussy with juice. I pumped faster, craving more friction. “Oh, Kaitlin, honey . . .” Warmth built inside my middle and I fell on top of her again, my boobs pushing into her and my cunt on her thigh. I’d stopped worrying about pleasing her and ground my clitty against her leg. She tilted her chin at me, lips apart, and I kissed her ferociously, my hand behind her head. More, I wanted more. I. He grabbed my face and started kissing me. He was kissing me and then he put his hand inside my shirt. He was playing with my nipples. All of this was making me very horny, my cock felt like it was going to explode. He broke the kiss and shoved his middle finger into my mouth. He said "Lick it for me" and i licked it. After his finger was wet he moved his finger back into my hole. My hole was completely wet, he started pushing his finger inside me. His thick finger was stretching my hole and it.