’ Her father looked like he was going to hug her, or something as equally awkward coming from him. ‘Didn’t you say they would be here shortly?�...� This stopped her father in his tracks, checking his clock on his phone, ‘ Oh shit, yes in about 20 minutes! You need to go get some of your belongings together. Don’t pack much-he said he would ‘provide’ all that you needed.’ Sighing, she turned to walk to her room to ‘get ready’. Her father sat back down as she was leaving-as seemingly unaffected as. It was a little harder than in my own body, but Imanaged to separate from Barbra's form and become my own spiritual selfagain.As a ghost I ducked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Walkingthrough the door I re-emerged back on the street and headed towards myown house. As I passed though their hedge I set my metaphysical foot onthe corner of my own lawn and jumped through the wall into my own home.I made my way up to my bedroom, not hurrying as much now that I wasalone. I saw my unconscious. I took her boob in my mouth and started to suck at it, my dick going in and out of her pussy fast, we smooched for a few minutes exchanging saliva, she never stopped jumping on my dick and I could see how much she liked being fucked.She got up from my dick and then took hold of my hand making me walk behind her, the husband followed us and we went to their bedroom. There she got on bed on her fours and I came up behind her, rubbing my dick on her pussy. She said “chodo mujhe raja” (Fuck me, my. When they’d recaptured their breath, Stan poured them drinks and Anne lay with her head on his lap. She raised her head to take a sip of her vodka and bitter lemon, then lay back again. ‘Christ, I needed that, Stan. I’m not sure why, but I did. Thank you.’ ‘You’re welcome,’ Stan told her automatically. He paused, then went on, ‘Um, maybe more worried about your new job than you let on, perhaps?’ ‘Probably,’ the sexy blonde admitted. ‘I’ve been thinking a lot about it, that’s for sure. You took.