"Leave it open," she said, "and let some air into the room." Leaving the door open meant that Gary would be able to see into the bedroom on his way ou... the door. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a fresh beer, came back into the living room to find Gary with that stupid grin on his face. He got up and started towards the front door, but paused outside our bedroom door. He looked in on Diane and commented on what beautiful legs she had and how nice it must be to have them wrapped around me. Of course, I primarily lived in the city, where I can pick and stalk my prey, as well as live on with my life outside of these urges, but this was the place I always took my prey to when my inner slut wanted to come out and play with her toys. To violate and enjoy all their bodies offered.By the time I parked in the garage, my cunt was soaked, my cock standing fully erect in need for such release. Angrily, I pushed myself out of the drivers seat and shoved open the trunk, grabbing the limp body. “Does she like yours?”“Oh course! Who wouldn't!” He turned and wiggled his delicious tush for me. I inhaled through my nose signalling how much I approved. “Does she lick your beautiful bumhole?” I broke the polite conversation open.He paused, considering his options and spoke quietly. “No, she doesn't do that...”We stood in tense silence until I spoke firmly...“Turn around, hands on the counter.”He thought it through and slowly turned around in full knowledge of what I would do.I knelt behind. I was convinced that this was going to give me a heart attack with all her surprises. Splashing my face with cold wat er, I was vaguely aware of the pine scent in the room. Rolling my shoulders to relieve the tension, I stood up straight and turned to face the room. Staring into the inky blackness of the room, I could vaguely make out the outline of a male form. Very alert now, the smell of pine was thick now. My stomach dropped. The faint sound of laughter filled the room, then the ghost.