Holly reached up behind her, grabbing Kristen’s hips, bringing her face up slightly to start to eat her. Just in front of my face was Holly eating K...isten. My hands were wrapped around Holly, playing with her tits. Peter was going at it now, fucking Holly somewhat quickly. I could feel Peter’s cock through Holly, his in her pussy, mine in her ass. Holly moaned loudly, her whole body moving back and forth on top of mine. I pinched and rubbed her nipples with my fingers, looking up at Holly. I can only imagine how good it'll feel if you force it up inside me...into my hot, tight little...cunt." she said, a slight moan carrying off the last word.She was trying to seduce me, to manipulate me."Shut up." I said, "Finish me off." Can I at least touch myself when I do it? Can I try to make myself cum?" she asked."No, you're not allowed to orgasm unless I say so, do you understand me? Now finish me off, and get out." I said.This was important. She had to be willing to obey me, even if she. Until fifteen minutes later, when she came. Then, she bounced around and squealed a little, and hiccuped and giggled ... all her usual noises, which of course sounded like gunshots in the quiet of the night. He put his hand over her mouth, which gave her another case of the giggles. They made it through the night, and he hoped for better for the next night.He was disappointed the next night. She was even noisier. And every time she could tell it bothered him, she got the giggles. After about. That is until he gave an uncharacteristic smirk."Hey Babs, you tried the pigs in blankets yet over der? Some genius put cheddah in'em." Pointed the Dark Knight out of character to the other side of the food display at the table. Blinking up in surprise, the red-haired woman nearly guffawed."Boston?!" Seeing the man smile… Probably the first she ever saw him do that, she recognised the mannerisms and Brooklyn accent of the former trapeze artist turned ghost using her friend’s body to interact.