His cock was inside me, filling me up. I groaned, pushing back, my eyes squeezing shut. His cock hammered me, fucking me with that wonderful intensity...he always possessed. Nothing was better than being fucked by the Ghost of Pairs.“It's the Ghost!” gasped Kelly, one of the cheerleaders. “I can see her pussy gaping open. He's hammering away at her.“Course I am,” bellowed the Ghost. “And her cooch is as tight as a banker's fist grasping a penny. Gonna give her a big ol' load of my jizz.”“Yes!” I. She sighed, smiled at me. "Uh, Susan, I suppose that's part of The Talk I'm supposed to have with you," she said. "I loved your Dad. He loved me. We were young and energetic and yes, every day, every night, every chance we got, and we made sure we had lots of chances. It was completely new to me and almost new to him and we ... there were days I was raw. And that didn't stop us." Then it's normal to, like, ALL the time?" Normal, sweetie. And expected. And appreciated, don't you think?". She showed me what sex is REALLY supposed to be like. She moved a few states away and we lost contact. She searched me out when she moved back to the area and of which, we are now in our late 40s. She was still as hot as ever and was curious to see if her student had learned anything new. Well....THIS time....I turned HER out. I showed her what sex could REALLY be. She assured me with no DOUBT that I was going to get whatever I wanted...she just needed me to "fuck her MIND FIRST". And let me. She put the brassiere on me, and began to adjust the lumps on my chest to fill it. She soon realised that there wasn't enough there for much breast at all. She stepped back, and told me to take the bra and panties off. She laughed as I struggled with the bra. I'd taken them off of women before, but never off of myself. I pulled down the panties, wincing at the stretch of featureless flesh that awaited me down there. Drew stepped up to me and started sculpting my body. She was shortening.