My cock was near to bursting.I started to stroke his cock again. As I did he started talking to me.I will fuck your wife for you, but only if you do a... I require.I carried on stroking him. Well, I think you are a sissy, you got so hard when you saw my cock. So, I want you to dress like a sissy on the day I come to fuck your wife. I will tell your wife to dress you and do your make up ok? I didn’t know what to say, this was going too far. I was still stroking his cock it was solid and I could. He did and his thrusts quickly doubled in intensity. I was now being rammed with such force that simply remaining upright was a struggle. But I fought on, refusing to give up until the orgasm growing within me ripped through my body like a hurricane, leaving me broken, but satisfied.“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs when that dream became a reality. My body started to shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of cum shot out of my pussy. I couldn’t tell if the hot nectar dripping. For some reason, perhaps because of the baggy school uniform everyone always thought Myrtle was fat but, although she had a thicker body then the two mortal witches, this was not so. Her torso and limbs were not as slender, true, but still quite shapely and led to a large pair of firm breasts. Even though Myrtle was a Fifth Year when she died, both girls doubted either of them would be that large or round when they reached the ghosts death age.As Hermione danced away from her, Ginny got on all. And it wasn't much later that day that our fortune unexpectedly seemed to change for the better. This time a much more cheerful Crystal summoned the whole band to congregate in the hotel bar where the only people there other than us was a bored woman bartender and an elderly hotel guest nursing a glass of bourbon."Good news," announced Crystal with a broad grin and a glass of mineral water in her hand. "We've got a gig arranged next week in New York State." New York again!" Bertha.