It was her! She was the ghost I’d been seeing!I picked up the phone, read the story. It was a more in-depth article than the one I’d read before..... The article explored her upbringing, said she’d had a tough life. Her parents were janitors and were strict, tough on her, forced her to study for hours on end. Her alcoholic father ruthlessly beat her when she got anything less than perfect grades.She’d done well in school and made it to a top university in the province. But her good fortune ended. She ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip, moaning in excitement at her own shamelessness. Dmitri granted her a curt nod of the head to express his satisfaction.Alexandra brought Jarl from the house by his collar and he caught the scent of arousal immediately, pulling free to dart his snout wetly towards Elena’s gaping lips. She spread her knees further apart and pulled her burning cheeks open to welcome the dog’s slavering tongue. Her bold gaze never shifted from Dmitri’s deep black. "Camille, you seem to be getting even more feminine, but I have goodnews. Tonight I'm going to take you to my bed."He was puzzled by this news until that night. He wasn't told toundress, just to pull his panties down and bend over the end of thebed, his skirt and petticoats were so short as to leave his behindbare. He felt her lubricating his back passage with her fingers,then a hard object trying to enter him.He screamed as he felt himself being split in two by one end of thedouble ended. No, no, not like that, like this” taking the sponge from her and soaping her front, I dropped the sponge and started to massage her lovely breasts with my hands, screwing them up and smoothing them out, my hands dropped to her prick which was fully rampant, I wanked her for a bit and was beginning to get excited myself, “Are you enjoying this?” I asked her, she nodded and I guess she must have realized that I was nude because she reached down and took my cock in her hand so that we were.