" No, you can't. Not yet," Kristine pressed out through clenched teeth.After taking a moment to calm down she continued. "You fucked up. Bigtime." Wha...? How?" Okay. Let me try to explain it in a way that this bimbo brain of yourscan understand it." Can we keep the name calling reserved for when we have sex?"Kristine glared at her and continued. "Listen up. Headquarters has over adozen ghosts under contract who can do male to female transformations.Those can not just satisfy the demand. They. A finger found her clit and rubbed it, and her breathing changed and she looked up and said we needed to stop as we were nearly at her house. So we stopped and re-arranged ourselves to try and look as though nothing had happened, though I know the cab driver was probably enjoying what he'd seen. Arriving at her house, we nearly didn’t make it in the door as we were tangled up in each other. Once inside I practically pinned her to the wall in a long, deep kiss and tasted and explored her mouth. "Hey, since you guys will be done soon, why don't we go camping tonight?" she asked.I shrugged. My parents were in Branson, it wasn't like I had anywhere to be."That sounds good, pack everything, and then we'll wash up and head down there before dinner," Hank told her. Sadie went on her merry way.*** *** *** Camping for Hank and Sadie didn't involve a tent, thank God. Their grandpa had an old fishing cabin down by the creek and they often spent time there to be alone on the rare occasions he. Seeing all these reminded me of that night in the kitchen. After 3-4 mins of tonguing and licking her pussy and asshole, he placed his hands on the thong and began removing it slowly. He backed up a little and stood, mom got out of her thong, and then they locked their lips again, kissing furiously. Mom even bite on his lower lip, making dad writhe in pain. Dad said boldly, Alright honey, enough of these games. Lets get started with the business. He pushed her hard over the bed. Mom landed in.