This ceiling was a little higher than the one in the other building, but not so much as to make a significant difference in The Ghost's ability to fun...tion, being the superb gymnast that he was.When he hit the floor, he realized what room he was in. He had been so wound up in gaining entry to the building that he had not noticed the foul odor in the room. Now he understood that he was in the toilet room for this floor, and the room was getting its first airing out in a very long time. It was a. Me: Fuck me hard, uncle.Uncle: Call me ‘Prasanth’.Me: Fuck me Prasanth…Deeper.. Faster.. Harder. Tear my pussy. This night should be endless. Fuck me.He increased his speed and the sounds of our body, and my moans filled the room. It was really an erotic moment. (Even now if I think about that day, it arouses me like hell!)I was moaning and uncle kept fucking me. I felt the pressure building in his cock as he slowed down a bit.Uncle: I am cumming, dear.Me: Cum inside me, Prasanth.Uncle: You may. "Why thank you Tony. So you like what you see?" I'll say!"Andrea had told her that Tony was the son of a long time client who expected to be entertained whenever he was in town. She had advised her niece that while he was vigorous in his lovemaking, he was, at heart, a nice guy, and therefore a good first client for Vickie."Care for something to drink?" he asked smiling, "or are you old enough?" I'm old enough for whatever you want," she responded."I'll just bet you are. How about that drink?". She shrugged her shoulders, she must’ve imagined it? She continued rubbing her long hair, vigorously, then bent over to dry her long legs. A faint rustling noise came from the bedroom, and she froze in the act of drying her feet. ‘That wasn’t my imagination!’ she murmured, the hair standing up on the back of her neck. She slowly straightened up, and slipped on the short, Terry toweling bathrobe, that had been draped over the back of the chair. She pulled it tight about her waist, and looked.