’ Both Frank and Ernest gasped in unison. ‘It was dark in the bedrooms, and neither of you ever knew the difference’ Sally added. ‘How did y...u manage that?, Frank asked, still breathless. ‘You weren’t dressed alike. How did you get through the living room, without us noticing?’ ‘We would have noticed you going into the wrong rooms,’ Ernest added, forming his words with difficulty. ‘Besides we kissed goodnight!’ ‘As drunk as we were, we thought of that,’ Sue replied. ‘We changed clothes out. Each time I pulled back, I tightened the grip with my lips and tongue on his dick to make sure he was getting lots of stimulation. I had lots of his pre-cum in my mouth and it made my mouth feel like a wet pussy to him, he told me later. He was bisexual and loved to be sucked by men and he to fuck them in the ass and hurt them with his twelve inch cock, I was soon to learn. It made him feel like a big stud to hurt a man with his cock. He was definitely my kind of man, handsome, horny and. 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 to work and, in the days before hard hats, was hit on the head by a bucket falling off one of the steel beams being put in for the roof and killed her instantly. The story says she continued to roam the building, looking for her husband to deliver the lunch she never had the chance to in life.In fact, the actual story was on one of many of. All three the mother of two and all married to men who resented them cause they made more money then them. The three were all friends at school and after in each others weddings there k**s all about the same age were all friends too. on the off chance that they all have the same days off they go out on the town drink G/T's and eat rich foods not the most interested women but it's a lot of fun to them. Tonight it's Franks a local bar and grill with a band after 9pm. all three get there around.