." I gasped, "but...but you...uhhh...don't...don't want to...to make the mistakes...your father did."My hands clutched the lip of the sink as my botto... shook without my control. I felt a minor contraction in my vagina, and my pussy squirted out a small, thin white line of cream to run down my inner-left thigh."That's enough..." I gasped, my breath heavy with shivering ecstasy. "That's enough of that...Good job...Very good...I really felt that..."Kyle let me go and appeared from beneath my. He saw my ad on Craigslist and decided to message me to see whether or not we could get together or not. His name was Marc, a young black boy who lived in Scarborough. He said he was a shy guy, a virgin, and he watched a lot of tranny videos on the Internet and wanted me to be his first. He told me his family wouldn't be home the whole weekend for a wedding, and he would be alone until Sunday night. As for cost, he said it would be over $300.00 if everything goes well. So I took the RT and TTC. "That explained a lot, but a lot still required an explanation.I left them to it and walked home. I still didn't believe in ghosts.By Christmas I had done most of the work, the house was now looking more or less as we wanted it, the new kitchen was fully functional and we had two good bathrooms. On the Friday just before Christmas, and after lunch, I was sitting in front of my computer getting down to some writing, I was behind with my work – you didn't really think I left it all to Sally did. She fairly radiated sex as she twisted and turned, dipped and strutted for her audience along the length of the stage and allowed them to tuck bills in her bikini bottoms and the garters she had on her legs. I watched her work her way toward our end of the stage and I wondered what would happen when she saw the five of us sitting there. It was not at all what I expected. I saw the instant recognition in her eyes, but her routine never missed a beat and she never gave any indication that she.