No one would believe a ghost had sucked his cock. Hell, he almost didn’t believe it. A ghost sucked on his cock ... A smile crossed his lips. He was... a tall, athletic guy, his build favoring basketball. His hair was blond, bleached light by the California sun which had darkened his face with a natural tan. He turned the phone, hitting record, capturing the ghost materializing with every suck.His balls ached. His body shuddered every time she did. Her cheeks hollowed. The ghost nursed from his. A flashlight suddenly came on, and I watched as dad leaned over to set the alarm clock. Then he turned to me, seemingly a little surprised I was just standing there."Want the... you want the light off?" he asked. Just as with the night before, when we were in this same situation, I could sense the anxiety in his voice.Impossible as it may seem, I managed to nod and shake my head at the same time. Dad chuckled nervously and cleared his throat, saying, "That, uh... yes or no?" My head jittered. In the elevator on the way up to our room Hill unzipped me and had her hand inside my boxers before we reached our floor. Once in the room Hill went straight to the bed, leaned forward and placed her hands on the bed and said, "Lift my dress and do it - I've waited long enough."We never left the room for the next twelve hours as Hill wanted to do it all and as often as possible. Oral, anal, water sports, she wanted to try everything and we did. It didn't take us long to eliminate water sports. He dove and began tearing into the meat."What are we dealing with?" Sergeant Stan Carter arrived on scene with Officer Vin Gonzales. His colleagues had cordoned off Luigi's. SWAT was in the process of positioning snipers on surrounding rooftops. A young woman was crying hysterically while paramedics looked over in the back of an ambulance."You!" Stan turned to see Jameson thundering towards him. He sighed, prepared to shrug off the newspaperman and deal with his own. Jameson would not be.