A ghost. It was neither. Just Summer. Standing on the bank of the pond, facing away from me. She’d shed her jeans and her blouse replacing them with...something sheer and light blue and revealing. A nightgown. It probably had some fancier name that only women knew. It was a nightgown. It was very short. Barely covering her ass. There was a breeze blowing from the west teasing her hair and causing her gown to shimmer and swirl slightly. She really would have made a good spirit.Not saying a word I. I tried my best to move with them, but their hard pumping and rapid thrusting pace kept me lying in place as they used my pussy and ass for their pleasure, often slapping me or choking me as they held me down to fuck me hard in front of their friends. As word got around, more of their friends arrived to party and soon I was the pincushion fuck toy for what seemed like the entire project complex. I counted 23 young men that all took their turns in me during that night before I walked out. ”Ever obedient, I positioned myself on my back with shoulders at the edge of the cushion with my mouth in a perfect position for him to fuck with his big cock. “Give it to me, Daddy!” I exclaimed as he positioned himself to shove his pulsing monster down my gullet.This time when I gagged he just kept fucking, and soon my face was covered with saliva. His cock slip easily in and out of my throat now, and the lewd sight of the bulge made by his pecker as it slid in and out was obvious for John. She had to make the most of it. Josie phoned the number and agreed to meet the following Saturday in the coffee bar in the centre of town.That week flew by. Josie turned up expecting to see a young dashing Bohemian man who would give her the once over. Instead, she was met by an old man and a woman only a few years older than her. They introduced themselves to her and chatted for a while. They told Josie the wages they would pay for a full time art class model. It was a lot less than she was.