She smelled and tasted amazing. I could not get enough of her sweet juices. As they began to flow faster, I lapped them up faster. I moved my hands do...n, using my fingers to part her swollen lips, allowing my tongue to probe her sex deeper. My face was emerged in her with her hands on the back of my head, pushing me deeper inside. I licked and sucked her clit and pussy trying to keep pace with her bucking hips. Once her orgasms subsided I kissed my way up her body. Stopping to nibble on her. “You’re gonna have to have your turn today, Emma. That idiot of a manager has decided that he wants him working in the office for the rest of the week.” As I’d seen them do before, Karen, Megan and Emma huddled together and began their plans for me. Again their cackles rang out, like chimes signalling impending doom. What surprised me most, I suppose, was seeing Emma’s gentle smile turn to a malevolent sneer. “Come on. I’m going to let you fuck me,” she squealed. Leading me back into. " Can you break for lunch? I will explain it over a meal." In the time before her next class, he laid out the whole story of Shannon and Kathy, even telling her about the nudity. She particularly questioned him about his own role and his reasons for being involved. When he finished, her eyes were moist and she searched in her purse for a tissue.In the brief time they talked about her, he found out she had indeed been a professional dancer, and had saved enough money to open her studio upon. My hands went downwards and I could almost feel the silkiness of the hair that they ran through. The ghost head bobbed up and down on my dick slowly, almost lovingly, until it had grown to its fullest extent.“And now I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready to be yours.” Whitney whispered.The cold hit my crotch again as the tunnel disappeared. The brisk air of my room rushed over my wet cock.I shivered again.The weight of the bed moved again as the ghost straddled me. I felt that hand grab my cock once.