. !” Gordon became very upset and everything, but just as he started to rant at me, the spirit cut him off.“He’s not wrong, you know,” the spi...it spoke up.“Who, what the Hell?” Gordon slipped and cursed, covering his mouth as he realized what he did.“Language, dear!” Sheila scolded him like a little boy or something.“Yes, dear! Sorry!” Gordon obediently answered like the henpecked wimp that he was.“Wow, she’s got your balls in a tiny glass jar, doesn’t she?” I needled both of them now, making. I think you’re a good guy; one of those truly good guys. I have a few things I want to say, but before I do, before I can ask you to be honest with me, I need to be honest with you. I think I can trust you.”She had me intrigued.After taking a sip of beer, she set the glass down, fingers turning it, her eyes on the table. They rose to look into mine.“When Jasmin was seven years old, after Jerry had been arrested, she suffered from nightmares. It was a difficult time for her and for me.“Every. Not a simple yes or no answer, but I thought of something that she would at least find amusing.?I masturbated at work last week, Miss Julia,? I confessed.?Were you looking at internet porn on company time?? she asked accusingly.?No, Miss Julia,? and I continued, feeling it was okay to elaborate. ?I was in the restroom.??Open your pants and pull out your cock,? was her surprising response. I quickly complied, grateful to release my straining erection. She gave a quick snort of laughter and. We tongue her ass and her cunt through and around her delicious wet panties, I want to fuck you now, he whispers to her. She picks up his wife’s panties from the floor, pushes them into her cunt, sucks on them. She pulls away, pulls down her panties and rubs them over his face. He finds the wettest spot and sniffs and sucks it and offers them to me. I rub her wet panties all over my hard cock and balls. Fuck her, fuck her, I say. She lies back, opens her legs, pulls open her cunt, we look in to.