I was ready for more. I started fucking Amy doggystyle, while her friend stood next to me playing with and fingering Amys asshole. She worked 2 finger... in, and then 3. Soon I was able to go from pussy to ass and back. Amys friend even sucked me off between holes. I was almost ready for load number two. I fucked Amys ass and shot my second load deep into her ass. I then had Amy squat over her friend and push her creampie out. Her friend met her ass and licked my cum off and out of her asshole.. I was impressed by the view.Ambika: You like her?Me: Not really. But I have a dream that my wife will be having a body like her.Ambika: I told you you can do whatever with my body.It 6:30 p.m. So it was already dark. I pressed her boobs once and told her to meet me here every day.Ambika: will pressing make boobs bigger?Me: Not everyone.Then she left I came home and studied for some time and slept off. The next day while going to college I told my parents that I have a friend nearby. Every day I. I’m quite well prepared.’ Paul laughed with evident relief. ‘You’re a real canny lass!’ he said, squeezing her hand tight. That expression again! Marla laughed and reciprocated his grip, tempted to put her other hand on the bulge she could see under his shorts. But no! Not in the open air. Not in Morocco. She could sense Paul’s nervousness as she walked with him past the reception desk of the old French hotel and made their way up the ancient crumbling staircase to her room on the second floor.. Even better.This was kind of a lot to process. On the one hand, I'd been sexually active for the first time in my life, and I suspected that yesterday wouldn't be the last time. I had made a friend, and more importantly one that really helped with the stress of college. On the other, she's a ghost. I wasn't scared of being possessed or some sort of poltergeist thing going on. But still, why was she still here? I really don't know too much about spirits and whatnot but aren't they supposed to.