"Eh, I just realized I don't have a clue where the girls' dressing room is," I said, a bit flustered."You don't even know where the girls go to get na...ked? Some boy you are!" my sister grinned. Without hesitation she opened the door and walked into the guys' locker room. She looked around for a few seconds, then shrugged. "Nobody's here. It'll be fine."I nodded with a resigned sigh, allowing Amanda to go in before me. I prayed fervently that Erik and Daryll wouldn't come back right as the girls. ”“So it’s a look into the past. The sexy, sexy past!”We giggled and she continued, “So, we need to do research! Who were they? Why did they have hot sex that their ghosts have recorded for us?”“How did the glass get there?”“Proper ghost stories always have unexplained magical elements. It’s a basic element of the genre. Don’t worry about that.”“So you freely admit literary theory has no necessary relation to reality.”“Damn straight. Words upon words about words. Leads straightaway to complete. I said, "you'll see." After struggling through the dense foliage we entered a small clearing about fifteen feet in diameter with a large Oak tree stood in the centre. He walked over to me as I leaned against the tree, took out and lit a cigarette and leaned back against the tree, next to him, as he resumed chatting. Talk about naive, there we were, late at night finishing a cigarette in a secluded clearing as I talk about how wet my girlfriends pussy gets, eating her out, blow jobs etc. I am. " I began to get really excited thinking about sucking some hot guys throbbing hard cock! I didn't know what to do or how to approach the situation so I debated what to do. Finally I pulled my pants up and walked to where I heard the begging coming from. There stood a guy in his mid 40's stroking his long cock and smoking a cigarette and watching some chick get banged. He was in a room of his own watching a straight porno. So I got down on my knees like a good little bottom bitch and I started.