I am a 26-year-old good looking, working professional staying in Bangalore, now let me start with the story.I used to stay in one of the apartments in...bellandur, it was 3bhk flat shared by two other people.Once we moved in we decided to keep a cook and got a cook’s number from security people of the apartment and I called the number. Her name was bina, then I inquired about the same and asked her to visit the place so that we could finalize everything, later the next day, she came home and. I simply lectured about hazardous chemicals while pacing back in front of the class. About halfway through the first class, I confined my pacing to staying behind the lab equipment, so the class couldn't see my legs or anything below my belt. Pulling my skirt up, I slipped my hand into my panties while lecturing the class. Within minutes, my panties were soaked and pussy juice was running down both legs, soaking into the tops of my stockings. Whenever I called on a student to answer a question,. She mulled this over as she walked back to her room. How could she test it, could she maybe communicate with the ghost? Talk to her?Her best friend at school had been a ‘born-again-Christian’ who had never failed to take an opportunity to talk about her faith. According to her, ghosts existed, but were not what they claimed to be. They were ‘devil spirits’ masquerading as departed souls in order to deceive people away from Christ.Juliette grinned. She had actually heard her friends impassioned. ”“Also I think we might be to old to be sharing a bed still.” I didn't want to say these things, I could see the hurt of a broken heart in his eyes. He went down the hall to his room and closed the door.I pulled the covers off of my bed and lay in the middle of my floor, I was so ashamed of what had happened in my bed that I didn't want to sleep in it. As I fell asleep, I thought I heard someone in my room but I was to tired to move. I felt Mo on top of me pushing to be inside of me. He was dry.