I left the beach just in time to get back to the campground before dead dark. I rolled out my bedroll then fell on it. I spent some time removing rock... from under the tarp. I swore then that I would do something about that before next I rolled the thing out.I slept like the dead, but only after I got all the small pebbles from under the bedroll. The sun was barely clear of the small trees surrounding the campground when I sat myself up on the bedroll. It is the same with every man or woman I. I could hear her purring just like a kitten looking for a home.My name is David Dean and Priscilla Poindexter is my resident live-in ghost acquired when I leased my gorgeous view-laden apartment in San Francisco. She was unable to leave the premises for some inexplicable "ghostly" reason and took fleshly form only for me. The fact she paraded around my apartment sans clothes was a perk that I accepted gracefully. She was very generous in dispensing her fleshly charms with very little. I was having shortness of breath, my eyes were watering, my pulse was pounding rapidly. I don't know when, but Ed but his hand around my neck and started pulling me down toward his lap. I held back a little, but he had a strong hand with a firm grip. As he pushed my head down, his cock was brushing against my face. He had the smell of being on the road for a long time. He moved the hair out of my face and gently told me to "open up." when I didn't do anything, he used both hands to to. I kissed him back. It lasted a few minutes."How about we go to bed early tonight? We could both use a good night's sleep."I smiled and got up from his lap."Lead the way, Dr. Goldberg. Your wish is my ... wish." I didn't know if I would ever reach the point where I would feel comfortable following anybody's command.Going to bed early is not the same thing as going to sleep early. Sometimes you just can't manage to fall asleep.Sometimes there are things for which you would prefer to stay awake..