The ghost of the girl, though in a pale blue dress with wide white lapels around her v-neck, was leaning forward from the rear seat; she said, 'You ca... call them boobs.' She could see the male ghost of Taylor surround her most of her physical body like an aura. An aura, which wore a polo shirt and jeans.In her gray overcoat, the single mother, and aunt of two younger girls, tried to convince herself that 'Buddy' (she really didn't want to remember Taylor's real name) was just another being. The incense he was burning and the massage put me in a trance and I felt as I was drifting off to the edge of sleep. I think I began to moan as his hands worked deep into my thighs and up to my lower back, and I was feeling amazing. This was the best massage I had ever received and my body told me so, with a semi hard-on. He said, "I'm going to climb onto the table so I can get deeper into your back." I didn’t really pay attention to what he said because of the pleasure I was feeling. I felt. Something was adorning my face as everything feltforeign to me. My nails had an extended feeling that did not compute.What was in those puffer fish? Did I have an allergic reaction? Havingjust woke up and having everything feel wrong toppled with a strangeanomaly of dejuvue. I was dressed and decked out as a beautiful femaleversion of myself. Why?I went to remove my nightgown and found it was sewn onto my nipplepiercings. This I discovered as a large pain was delivered to my senses.MY NIPPLES. He took himself in his hands and peeled back the foresking to reveal a large pink glistening glans. I could smell the precum on it. The musk excited me. I took him in my mouth and tasted him, felt the silky smoothness of his head, and to my joy, felt him grow in my mouth as he got wood, filling me up. He held the back of my head and facefucked me. It was marvellous. Within a few minutes he was on the edge and I was licking his glans and making circles around it, I took him in my hand and forced.