Fuck my pussy! Make me your bitch! I want your sperm inside me! Mark your territory!” She cried out.I pounded her pussy like a man possessed. Going ...aster and faster. Deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust. I was making her my little bitch!“Oh my god! Yes… Pound your little bitch!” Tricia cried out.“Trish, I can’t hold off much longer, I’m going to cum!” I told her“Yes, cum….cum in my pussy! Fill me to the brim with your seed!” She said“I’m going to cum again too. Fuck that pussy. That’s. I stepped into the shower and was out and drying off when she came back.“That was Dru, our next door neighbor’s niece. She heard us screaming earlier and called to see if we were alright.”“What did you tell her?”“I told her we were playing sex games and it was so much fun we were screaming for more.”“Did you really?”“Yes, Josh and I are always teasing her about sex. She just turned fifteen and she’s got tits as large as mine.”“She’s got tits as big as yours? Is that why you tease her about sex,. However, if you came into a story called "Ghost Girlfriend," you probably already know what to expect. This chapter is pretty much a downer and has nothing even remotely titillating in it yet. But relax, we're just getting started. Enjoy!)You stand over the gravestone of your girlfriend... You sigh and mentally correct yourself. Former girlfriend. She's been dead and gone for a few weeks now. Or was it a few months ago? You can't remember. Time hasn't exactly registered in your head much ever. My mind was so focused on your bewitching beauty. And then you were next to me. Standing there so demurely as only you can. Behind the thin tulle veil your eyes were glassy, as if you were about to start sobbing uncontrollably. Your father lifted the veil and your whole face, porcelain doll-esque in nature, came into view. I remember thinking that your beauty had to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.’ ‘I’ll be honest, I don’t remember a single word of the ceremony. I was lost staring.