After all, would you believe someone if they told you a story like this? I know that my theory sounds wild. But truth is often stranger than fiction."...So how do we get back?" Roberta asked."If my speculation is correct, then we can't leave until after the engagement party is over. Or, the ghost may want us to stay for our entire scheduled visit and return home, before releasing us. He would not want Anne to feel responsible for our deaths in any way after going to so much trouble to bring us. She had to diddle herself to cum while giving a blow-job. BUT! She enjoyed THAT, TOO!!! She would have to remind herself to thank Wally, her oldest brother, for teaching her about sex, and all the neat tricks he had shown her. They, the other brothers and sisters, and THEIR families, would be here to visit in a week or two. Her sisters would thank her for making it where Dad would fuck THEM, too.She raised up, to dismount, cupping her hand under her pussy, so not to get cum on the sheets. Mom. She wanted to find a light and start reading. Slowly she turned around, as if coming to her senses. She still saw no sign of her sister. ‘Carrie-Anne.. where are you?’ she whispered, as she started to move in the other direction, closer to the fireplace. It was then she realized that the glow of the room came from the fireplace. Carrie-Anne had said this house was abandoned. That no one had lived here for years. If no one lived here, why was there a fire burning. Why was there no dust on the. We sat there for a few minutes before she abruptly dragged me to the side away from the couple. She got on her knees and continued sucking and I covered her head with her jacket so people couldn't see. After a few more minutes of blowjob, I moved all the arm rest up in the row and we started spoon fucking, at one point she let out a small squeal and I saw some people look backwards wondering whats going on. But luckily it was dark and we were lying down so they didn't see anything. To be honest.