.. your affair.”“That’s right. He was such a bore, so traditional, so concerned about what people would think should they discover that his wife...was bedding her maid. Such scandal, such outcry. But I created a scandal anyway, didn’t I? I pushed him over the banister at the top of the imperial staircase. He died in the hall, split his head on the tile. That shut him up but good.”“You’re still here,” Vera panted. “Why?” The ghost looked herself over, raising an arm to her face that was wrapped in. From there we moved to the bed where Ann removed her knickers and mounted me. We fucked hard and fast and the bed creaked mirroring our efforts. Ann loved being on top and she came quickly and loudly. We finally finished in the missionary position with me thrusting hard and fast making the bed complain again and Ann cum repeatedly.Finally sated, Ann curled up in the bed with me spooning behind her. She was asleep within minutes and breathing deeply. I lay there quietly wondering about the room. I focused on her lips as I watched those two pink glossy lines make out the words that she was saying. I had to have her, I needed her to be mine. "Rebel, I need to ask you something..." "Yes, Arya" "Will you allow me to take you home and make love to you?" She was silent at first, I thought I'd blown it, damn me and my straight forward attitude. "Yes," she whispered. At first, I didn't hear her. "Did you just say yes Rebel?" She nodded her head to agree with me. Was I dreaming?! Did the girl I. Mr. Burgess, my band director, volunteered to wait with me until my parents arrived. He was an extremely attractive 36 year old man who looked similar to the young Elvis. As the rest of the students took off for home, we soon found ourselves alone in the band hall. I felt a little uneasy by the way Mr. Burgess was acting. He was looking at me in a way that made me feel like he was undressing me with his eyes. Maybe it was because what I was wearing. Being a young Hispanic girl, I had.