"She nodded. "No problem. I'm not married or anything." She had tried living with a couple of men, boys really, little more than boys, wealthy ones, c...llege boys,, but they couldn't take it, couldn't keep her satisfied in bed or pay her bills.She never bought anything cheap and seldom looked at a price tag. The angora sweater she had on cost more than $200 but she hadn't paid for it. She had been the part-time mistress of a very wealthy man for several months, but decided his odd tastes in sex. Ghosts. Hmm. Ah-hah! I know. Dead people confide in you like that guy on TV. What's the name of the show? I remember. Crossing Over."Denise groaned inwardly. She should have realized Colleen would turn the serious subject into a light-hearted discussion. "No, although my ghost talks to me, and he isn't dead. He takes what he calls flights of consciousness and visits me from time to time, leaving his body wherever it is during his visit." Interesting. Different." Colleen squeezed Denise's hand. He wanted to see Jessica try and fit it in her mouth.When he looked at the girls, he noticed that Tricia had undone Jessica’s pants and was sliding them and her underwear off. Everyone’s gaze fell upon Jessica’s full but neatly-trimmed bush, a brown delta above her sex. When the last of her clothing cleared her legs, she opened them up for Tricia to admire her pussy. Tricia reached down with her middle finger and softly traced it up Jessica’s wet lips. She held it against her clit and wiggled. " I said, and stood up. Moving quickly so that I wouldn't take a tumble in my high heels, I plopped myself into his lap with my legs across his, sitting turned to half face him. He braced my back with his one strong arm, and I leaned my body into him, getting a whiff of his very strong musk cologne. His attention seemed to be distracted momentarily, and I quickly realized with embarrassment that he was investigating the wet spot left on the seat by my bare pussy. Sliding one finger of his free.