“Na uh. I’ve got you for the entire weekend daddykins. So we need to go to this hotel right now.” She smiles even more as she pulls a piece of p...per out of her pocket and puts the address into my GPS.I smiled and drove to the hotel and started to walk to the front desk when she grabbed my arm and said, “It’s already taken care of babe. I’ve got the room and the key and I’m sure they already loaded the room with beer and tequila.” She smiled and I just looked at her shocked. “How did you manage. He heart and head were pounding and he knew it. He pulled down his pants also, the sight of his hairy, manly cock took my breath away. Instinctively, my hands began to stroke his semi hard dick. It felt amazing in my hands, so warm, smooth and thick. I could not take my eyes off it. His cock became rock hard in my hands, I was lost in lust. I barely noticed that he was no longer stroking me, we just stood there, both with our pants around our ankles. Me, short and young, him tall and older. My. I mean, a woman is soft and warm inside as well as moist. His hand is so rough and dry." Emelda, you need to lose the dress and straddle him. When he starts to groan lower yourself onto him, okay?"Simon didn't notice our odd discussion because we had both been dead for nearly 150 years and were ghosts. I was a sex ghost. I gained energy from sex—predominantly in the form of guy's cum. Emelda was a grave ghost, she gained energy from everyday life around her grave; animals, visitors, and the. As soon as they were there, they collapsed onto it, and his daddy really went to work on his nipples, making Bobby moan even more. He'd never, in his entire life, felt ANYTHING as good as that. Bobby hoped that it never ended. But the tongue that had been paying such great attention to his breasts, started to slowly work it's way down Bobby's stomach, making him squirm in pleasure. Then, almost of their own will, Bobby's hands reached for his daddy's underwear, and slid inside of them. .