Shortly after her grandpa’s death, Megan started experiencing strange occurrences. The first happened one night shortly before she fell asleep about...a week after his death. She was lying in her bed when suddenly a figure appeared at the foot of her bed. Megan could not believe her eyes the figure looked exactly like her grandpa but that just could not be true. He had been for a week and they had buried four days earlier. By the time, she looked back at the spot the figure had vanished. Megan. ”Clair’s fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth orgasm’s were all the same. Clair was screaming “fuck me toad, hurt me you bastard, you fucken brother bastard, ram your cock in my cunt” as she withered like a snake atop my penis. Clair was both laughing and crying as her body shook and sweat. Clair screamed “Ahhhhhhhhh” and lay atop me still, my cock still inside her tight cunny. During her eighth and last orgasm I felt like my cock would explode, thrusting as deep as I could clamping her. .I want you to fuck me like it's your last on, just cram that big, long hard massive meat monument into my little snatch and make it rain in there...make my girl-cream a fucking meteorological event. FUCK ME!”Richard gently slapped my thighs apart and put his head to my entrance, the huge battering ram getting instantly syrupy in my cunt. I screamed as he spread me wide, and marveled at the sight of his majestic balls dragging across the desk as he fed my starving pussy inch after inch of. . She pulled the card out of her pocket and tried it in the right hand door. It clicked open and they were in! The corridor was dimly lit and the offices were all dark, but not locked, and just ordinary offices ... until the one at the end.The card unlocked it. It was a small conference room, with a screen on the end wall, a projector on a table, and three rows of chairs.They looked around the room, but there wasn’t much else. A cupboard with a few items of stationery, two empty tables, a water.