That was just the beginning of it. After that, a couple of times a week, Sarah would come into my "boudoir" in the middle of the night, shake me awake... and say, "I've got to take a leak." And she must have passed word of this on to Bess, because she discovered a new, and more traditional, use for her chaise percee.****I spent the next couple of months in a strange dither of anticipation and fear. It was exciting but scary. It was exciting when she dressed me in more and more extravagantly. My eyes bugged out when i saw her naked body, i was beautiful but it looked exactly like Arianna's as if she was an exact copy. And now that i think about it her face shared the same features except her black hair was where Arianna's blonde hair was and her eyes werent blue but a deep brown. Thid was strange, and thats coming from a guy that can say he fucked an angel twice in one night. My darting thoughts were interupted by a wet set of lips on the head of my dick. In my mindless mess i guess. "It's poltergeists who move things about." His face brightened suddenly, "If you lend me a sheet I can float about the room moaning," he said, "but I can do this." In the blink of an eye he vanished, appearing instantly on a dining chair by the table - and then he moved to my other easy chair. "I can go backwards and forwards through time," he said, "not very far and only for short periods - I've not graduated yet."Really! As if! Being a ghost was one thing - time travel was another. Suddenly I. They praised my contributions to the community and local charities as they traced my life from my marriage into the Westervelt family, until my death. The list of surviving family was long. The town had virtually closed down on the day of my burial, and the date was honored for many years thereafter. Growing up, I had never known, nor could I even have suspected, that Westervelt Park, in the center of town, had been named after me.After I had finished my reading, and dried my tears, I took a.