I always managed to get at least three good spoonfulls out of my wet pussy and into my mouth. My boy friend said it would be good to play with the cum...in my mouth before I swallowed it so on one tape I leaned back and blew bubbles with it and let a big frothy head build up in my mouth before I gulped it down. I guess it kind of seemed a little nasty or kinky at the time but I enjoyed it. It turned me on and it sure as hell turned on my boy friend. He kept telling me that tapes like those. It was loud enough that the other three on the pool table did not stop their fun, but looked long enough to take in Maggies delight. In fact it seemed to intensify their efforts and the boys were pounding their mother harder. By now my cock felt like a diamond cutter, I dont believe anything could get harder. With my saliva and the pussy juice I was catching on my fingers, I began smearing Maggies ass hole. I also inserted one then two and finally three fingers to the first knuckle into that. “You think so?” She whispered. So the ‘ghosts‘ wouldn’t hear her.“I wouldn’t be surprised. Nothing else fits the situation, does it?”“Damn. I’m going to ask for a transfer to another branch. Closer to where I live.”“Good idea.”“Alright, let’s get your box out so you can get on with your business,” Melody whispered.“Remember, they are probably friendly, bank protecting ghosts, not dangerous ones.”“But now, after they killed someone, maybe they aren’t protective anymore,” Melody whispered.They. I was older, but still of indeterminate age. Her face flashed into my mind. She was dressed for an outing, waiting at the front door for my father to pick her up and take her out. There was a tendril of memory, floating at the back of my mind, of a babysitter and my unhappiness at having this particular sitter stay with me.The still picture of my mother was engraved into my memory, because, instead of my father come to pick her up, there were two police officers and a clergyman. There words.