Sara pushed the crop under Ceri's bra strap, flicking it off her shoulder. She repeated the action with Ceri's second strap, though the bra stayed in ...lace."Stand up, Ceri!" Standing as instructed, she instinctively put her hands behind her. The crop was traced over her nipples, the bra straps hanging down her arms as her nipples hardened. Sara pushed the crop lower, between her legs, pressing against the material of Ceri's knickers as she moved it up and down her wet slit, all the time looking. Well, I assume they do. I'm dead, I wouldn't really know — you know? Actually, I'm a ghost. I thought about peeking in on my body, but decided it was just a bit too morbid and creepy. Pretty strange, coming from a ghost, don't you think?How did I die? You might ask. Then again, you might not. It doesn't really matter, because I'm going to tell you anyway.I was a geek when I was alive. I graduated high school with honors and my virginity. I left college with a degree and my virginity.I had. ” As I pushed my hard shaft deeper into her tight pussy, so warm and so moist, I had to resist the temptation to ram her hard and fuck her good. But I couldn’t do that, so I just pushed as far in as I dared and held my cock there as I shot my load into my darling little niece. “What is that?” “I'm ejaculating.” “Oh. Okay.” God how I wanted to lean over and have Brigitte wrap her legs around me so I could fuck her brains out! But I would have to be happy with just shooting off inside her.. It’s a cry that seems to last eternally. The three fall one above the others and make no more move.This is the end of our last evening in Oestersund.Chapter 18 – FarewellNext morning, all four of us have breakfast, tired because of the last night and a little depressed because of the coming farewell. Our flight to London starts at 1.30 pm and Lars plans to go there at 11.00 h. Our luggage is ready and we have 90 minutes left. He takes a green bottle out of the house bar, fills four glasses and.