. I ... I...” The ghost held her fists to her face, took a deep breath, and screamed.“I’VE NEVER SEEN A PURPLE COW! I HOPE TO NEVER SEE ONE! BUT...I CAN TELL YOU ANYHOW I’D RATHER SEE THAN BE ONE! AAAAAGGGHHH!” Then she ducked down and covered her head as if she had pulled the pin on a grenade, and buried her face down into whatever it was she was squatting on.Tricia jumped back and gaped at the ghost. All was quiet.The ghost slowly moved a hand and peeked out carefully. She looked left, right,. The groans escaping his lips were gaining in frequency and volume, the girls were working him like consummate professionals, their girly tongues poking and licking him like a stick of candy, interspersed with an occasional biting of his soft flesh around his his testes, or love-biting his fat shaft, their little mark of love, for him to cherish on a quieter night.All three were completely naked, the girls bald pussies contrasting with his mass of pubic hair, greyed from ageing and decades of. ."Wendy shook her head again. "No, Jim. That's not OK!" She turned to her best friend and said, "You heard him, Shirl. Strip! We'll be waiting in your car for you." You want me to strip and then go outside?" You did it when you hopped into the whirlpool." But..."Wendy had an expression on her face that I hadn't seen up until this point. "But nothing. Jim told you to strip, and you goaded him into doing that, so it's up to you to do it. We'll be waiting in your car. You may bring your clothes,. “So what do you tell your works colleagues about me then?” “Not a lot, mostly about how I miss you and your sweet pussy!” I teased. “Language.” She scolded. In those days she Didn,t like me using coarse words. So I turned up a bit early on the new site and discovered the office Wasn,t even ready for business yet as the builders hadn,t finished refurbishing it yet. They had us wait around to see if my colleague and I might be needed on another site and when we weren,t the client said he,d pay us.