The house had a new family.The ghost watched them move in from one of the windows near the top. over the last hundred years he had watched familys com... and go. the last one was only 10 or perhaps 15 years ago.The ghost thought back to that family. He rather enjoyed the games he'd played with them.He was intreagued by the couples love making. The wife would dress up in a kind of clothing he had never seen before. It was so nice and shiny. He learned it was latex. The couple had a computer and he. All others come second."She hung her head, "Alright, Piper. I'll do what I must."The plans we had drawn up from memory and maps we had bought were brought out. I told them about the tunnel and this cheered them up. The other parts of the plan wouldn't change.We brought all we needed with us. An investigation later would bring the authorities back to us if we weren't careful. The motorhome had brought three lengths of one and a half metre polyvinyl rigid drainage pipe. We carried the same length. Gerald began to open the door but it suddenly swung out, being pushed by my new “co-worker”.“Hey! You must be Emily. I’m Gwen. Come on in girl and let’s have a drink.”“You spill that on my seats Gwen and it‘s your ass.” Gerald’s voice boomed.I took stock of Gwen almost as soon as I sat down. At 5’ 6” she was taller than me and her 38D tits were bigger. Her hair was a jet black with two chunky blonde streaks in the front. I wanted to fuck her almost immediately.“Champagne?”“Please.” I smiled as. Mike worked his cock vigorously; he was about to cum, oh I could tell! "Cover mummy's tits, baby" I heard myself saying. Oh boy and did he cum. My breasts were soaked in his young semen. I scooped it up and fed it into my mouth until I had finished every drop."Okay baby, my turn now," I told him. I took my son's hands and placed them on my breasts. I told him to place his mouth on one whilst gently caressing the other. "Lick the nipple, Mike, gently at first," I said. I was liking this, the boy.