” At her confused look, I elaborated, “It’s a medicine to keep her from getting pregnant.”“Amazing!” she responded. “How many years has ...t been since I died? It was 1824.”My eyes got wide. “Almost 200! Beatrice, please...”She pulled on her robe and looked uncomfortable. “So much time ... I ... I will leave her...” She closed her eyes.I waited. I didn’t know if I’d see the ghost leave Vicky’s body or not, but after a few seconds I asked, “Vicky?”Her eyes opened, still green. “It’s not. . he..." You thought I called you to come here because you and me were maybegetting back together? Did I make it sound that way? Oh, guess I did."She chuckled triumphantly. "Well, I didn't want your trip to becompletely for nothing, so I got you a date of your own." She hollered,"Hey, Cherise, your stallion is here."Into the room sauntered a tall Black woman, young and fit, wearing only asexy sports bra and yoga pants. Her hair was in a close-cut afro.She strutted up to Freddie, jabbed. I let my tongue run its length. She gave a long “Aaaahhh”. I lifted her legs up raising her crotch to me. My tongue first found her balls, kissing and licking. Faby pushed herself into my face, so I took her whole ball sac into my mouth and used my swallowing muscles. “O God, you’re taking me”, said in a voice close to tears. I gently released her and moved my mouth to her ass, going right for the hole which, like the rest of her, looked taut and pretty. She ground herself onto my tongue, which. It only took a few minutes to run off a set of contact sheets, and she inspected each print closely.“Would you like some for yourself?” she asked.I indicated several prints; two of the ones showing my prick inside her, and two close-ups of her “post-fuck” pussy. We ran those off, plus several for her, then cleaned up all the equipment, and filed the negatives and contact sheets in the back of her filing cabinet. When everything – including us – was presentable, we went back into the main house.