What is wrong?" I'm a ghost!" The foggy figure moved agitated side to side."Please, whisper," the man groaned. "In case you haven't noticed... I have ... very good excuse for a headache this morning." The man picked up a red bottle with some small hope of finding another drink, then tossed it with a clink onto the pile. "What did you say was wrong?" he asked again, blurry eyes seeking to focus on the wispy figure."I'm dead," the ghost whispered."And... ?" the man prompted."That's not enough?" the. I met their mother, Anita in a bar during our college years in Fayetteville, Arkansas. (Go Razorbacks!) We loved going to the games and boy, did we have fun. She was smart and funny, and could make me laugh so hard that every time I went to take a drink, I'd wind up spitting it through my nose, or aspirating. She'd laugh, and it became a game to her which she always seemed to win.She was the love of my life, and when I lost her, my world changed in more ways than I ever expected.That was three. " Ask me and I'll give it to you." Her breath is becoming ragged and her heart racing. Once again, I'm manipulating her emotions into a battle within her. " I can't," she finally stammered out. " I won't." " Tell me," I persisted, ignoring her attempts to resistance. " Ask me to make love to you. Tell me you want me to fuck you." She can barely breathe. Her knees feeling weak. Her nipples are rock hard. Her pussy is sopping wet. " Please..." she pleaded, barely loud enough for me to hear. " I. I began kissing, and licking, and sucking the silky soft feminine flesh.My banishment from eating at the pussy-table had come to an end. Thanks to my wonderfully loving and benevolent young daughter, I had all the delicious pussy I could consume. And, consume it, I did! I ate with a hearty, ravenous appetite!For my appetizer, I had a heaping helping of mounded pussy lips. I kissed, licked, and sucked down into the valleys between the girl’s pussy and thighs. My lips climbed back up the hills.