"She breathed deeply. Her lust had turned liquid. If he didn't stop his ghostly assault, she'd need to change panties before she left the room to meet...with the N.O.P.D. again before her return flight to Phoenix. On the other hand, if he actually left her alone, she'd be more than disappointed."I can smell your arousal," he said. "It's my favorite perfume - Nora's pheromones. Are you getting wet?" Sopping."Ghostly fingers pressed against the gusset of her panties. She pressed back against them. Amie walked over and started undressing me. Suit coat, tie, shirt, belt, shoes, socks, slacks—all tossed aside. I was standing there in my boxers—and my watch. She had overlooked that. I pulled it off and tossed it on the sofa. “Not there,” she said. "That’s where you are to sit." She moved the watch and I sat. She picked up the remote—the one to our sound system—and started the music playing. It was unfamiliar to me, but the sultry jazz sure fit the mood. In the light of the candles, Amie. "Please..." Chelle choked. "More." Full sentences, slut," he said."Please Harrison, give me more piss to drink," she begged. Rachael was filming all of this."Good girl," he said again. He pushed his cock towards her mouth, and she accepted it obediently. His pissed into her mouth, and she drank it like a good little bitch.After that, everyone wanted a turn pissing into Chelle's mouth. Alistair even let Laura do it, which was fun for Laura because she still remembered having to tell this. “We want to suck your dick, duh!” Elsa said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.“Now come on! We only have fifteen minutes, and Amara’s not going to be here to help us clean up after.”Knowing my little sisters for being the sexual deviants they were, I should have guessed that they’d pull something like this. Apparently, their morning just wasn’t complete without swallowing a monster load of their big brother’s baby batter. I certainly wasn’t going to complain though, and I always.