And she was definitely royally pissed at Scott. Meanwhile Kari and Scott were having a frantic whispered argument by the patio door. Isobel wasn’t m...ssing THAT either.I tried a weak chuckle. I was thoroughly mixed up. I didn’t want to cause problems. I was just making a point about personal privacy. I grinned lamely, “So no harm no foul, right?”That didn’t seem to help. Isobel hit her husband. I mean she really whaled on him. And then she went stomping out the front door without another word. I. His body was tone. His skin was tan and smooth. He had grown into a good looking man.We get to work putting the drywall up. Starting with the bottom part we quickly have the first row up. We talked about each others life from the last we saw each other 5 years ago. We took a break and sat in the patio. I drank a beer and he had a water. He sat directly across from me. I couldn't help but notice how his body had developed in 5 years. His toned arms and legs, his flat stomach, and that's when I. “Yeah. You could walk into any other room in the house and take care of it,” she giggled. Her leg came up over mine and stroked the length of my hard cock with the bare skin of her thigh. I moaned a little. Then I felt her hand shift and stroke me for the first time. “I know what to do but I’ve never given anyone but myself a hand job. Tell me what to do to get you ready to sleep.”“Oh, Cindy. Are you sure you want to do that?”“Yes. I can feel you pulsing beneath my fingers. I’ve seen you. I grunted louder as my hips moved on their own, ramming the ghost again and again. The ghost writhed and squirmed underneath me. I couldn’t tell if the ghost was in agony or ecstasy and in those moments, I didn’t give a damn. I fucked it hard. I fucked it violently. I wanted to rip the ghost apart with my cock. Make it hurt. Make it scream. I attacked the ghost for what seemed like hours, waves of what I assumed was ghostly blood washing over my cock. I fucked it until my body couldn’t last any.