The older trucker laughed, pulled up his jean and tucked his massive piece of spent meat in them. He zipped up and looked over at the the other strang...r. “All your’s, buddy,” he said with a smile. I watched him turn around and exit the stall.A pair of strong and rough hands grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up until I was standing. I looked back over my right shoulder at the younger trucker. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. I wiggled out from his grip and turned to face him. He stood. “Do you like your mother eating your asshole?”“Yes!” I groaned. “It feels so wonderful, Ms. Petrov. Her tongue is dancing around my asshole. She's making my pussy and my futa-cock feel amazing.”“Get that asshole nice and wet,” Ms. Petrov said. She sauntered towards the cabinets, striding out of my sight. “Get that tongue in your daughter's asshole, slave.”My mom obeyed.I gasped as her tongue thrust into my asshole. I bucked and squirmed on the desk, rubbing my nipples into the glass surface.. .. Josh.At hearing the sound of his own name, Josh's heart was beating. He was shocked.The Stranger: You called me ... Josh. permit me to introduce myself.The Stranger removed his shade. To Josh's horror, where his eyes should have been, were completely black.The Stranger: My name is Gary.Gary was the name of the spirit they contacted on the Ouija Board. It was not a psychological invention of their collective brains. It was all true. They really did talk to a spirit.They did talk to a. A time was arranged to go to Jessica'shome the following day.We were going to help Jessica over this crisis in her life. We would haveto assist Jessica in getting through her final school year unless herfather was reasonable.Back home Patricia and I helped Jessica get dressed for bed after we gaveher a hot relaxing bubble bath. . We bathed her thoroughly making sureshe was completely clean. I put moisturizer on her skin that was free ofhair. I put her in the pink satin nightgown I had given her.