I wasn't thinking."Mom was sobbing up against John. It didn't look like she heard anything Jill said."Jack, I'm so sorry. You've got to tell her. I di...n't mean it."I held on to her. "I know Jill. Mom does too. She's just upset. She's taking this real hard."I held on to Jill as she shook and started to cry.Five minutes later they'd both cried it out and Jill had successfully apologized to Mom."I'm sorry, Jill. I'm just a mess today. It wasn't right for me to take it out on you." I understand,. Some nights they would take a blanket out into the backyard and lay under the stars talking or just holding each other. Tonight, as she sat in her chair on the patio sipping her wine, she looked up at those same stars with tears in her eyes. She was alone. She had been without him before, but this was different. This was forever. She stood and dried her eyes before heading inside to bed. She set her glass in the sink before heading upstairs. Walking up the stairs, her legs felt like they had. .. demanding that she... that she... The impact suddenly hit her."My God, it had actually happened!"In spite of the pain, Cindy sat up quickly. She stumbled from the bed and lurched heavily to the bathroom mirror, looking into it quickly."My God," she moaned, "it did happen. It wasn't a nightmare!" Heavy lines marred her fresh, young skin. Her eyes were sunk deeply into her head as though she had aged years since yesterday. She sagged against the washbasin for a long minute, literally torn. I felt two hands on the back of my head and the ghost cock making me deep throat it all the way down. He fucked my throat this way for a few seconds an vanished again. I knew the ghost would only come back if I went back to sleep, so I laid on my stomach and spread my legs, inviting the ghost to take my ass. Sure enough, I feel asleep and woke up to the warm feeling on a tongue rimming my asshole. I cliched the streets, arched my back, and got into the doggie position. I felt my asshole get wet.