Before seating herself, Jo polished off the last vestige of her Jeremiah Weed and, though she really would have liked to pour herself another, reason ...tayed her hand. If she wanted her senses, specifically that of touch, to be operating at an optimum level when she finally got down to the business at hand, Jo knew without the shadow of a doubt, that the ingestion of anymore liquor was a definite no-no. A soft drink would have to suffice. And, that meant that a trip to the kitchen was in order.. I push her down as I shake my ass so the towel falls. Her mouth opens without encouragement today. Her gag reflex has definitely settled down as I move in and out holding her hair and the back of her neck. As she gets good and wet in there I pull out so that she can catch a few good breaths before I slide in and my balls go off of her chin. This she resists to, but I hold her steady for a few minutes of deep strokes and I let her go. She looks at her fiance' and he just smiles as he leans. If you promise not to crash, I'll let you cum there, too."I slid my hand into her hair and pulled her close to steal a quick kiss before pushing her face down toward my crotch."It's not a matter of what you'll let me do," I reminded her. "You will need to beg before I claim that part of you." I'm not going to beg," she reminded me as she worked my pants open.Surprisingly, I was only half-hard as she pulled my cock out. She moaned and purred as she teased me to full hardness.I slid my hand down. The night before he was to leave, he poured over the literature about the house and its supposedly ghostly inhabitants. The house was built in 1795, to prominent landowners. Most of the reported sightings were of a young girl, the landowners daughter, who disappeared. As he read further, the reported sightings were of a girl, in flowing sheer robes, who would attempt to seduce any man who stayed the night in the house. He felt an erection growing…….Reading on, there had been various sightings.