She was wringingthat sash of her robe. I didn’t know what to do. Shelooked up at me and smiled. “What’s your name?” I told her... “Eddie, I’m Layla. There’s a little more to the story.For years people had claimed they’d seen the ghost ofmy sister wondering the cemetery after midnight onHalloween. I wouldn’t have known what to say to her soI never went to see for myself… “As the years went by if anyone saw her they had to bepeople. There is nothing but the thin outline of a door set seamlessly into the strange wall and the woman beside that raised platform you are lying on. Yours eyes bulge in shock as you realized that this woman before you is not only gorgeous but utterly naked!Lustrous auburn and impossibly silky hair, streaked with strands of gold and copper, runs long and straight down over slender white shoulders to the middle of her back. Her body seems ageless; both ripe with mature curves and radiating the glow. Mike knows this is wrong but he does not object, laying motionless and silent. His body betrays him, as he feels the pleasure spreading and now his own penis is pounding. As the Doc. quickens his pace he takes the head of Mike’s penis into his still gloved and lubricated hand and with his thumb strokes the sensitive area at the base of the head. Both Mike and the Doc. bodies rush toward the building finish. Mike feels the bucking of Doc’s penis inside him and the heat as it empties its hot lava. His hands roamed as her mouth tasted her, first cupping her breasts and squeezing firmly, and massaging them with a possessiveness that made her quiver. His hand went lower still, roaming momentarily over her flat stomach, before tangling through the soft hair at her throbbing wetness. The lips of her pussy were swollen in anticipation. He ran his fingers along the slit only teasing at first. He withdrew that finger to taste the tangy liquid. ‘You taste good,’ he whispered in her ear. He.