You know ghosts are a delusion, so this may be an easy entry into the market for you. Anyway, it can’t hurt to look. Oh, and thanks so much for the ...age reminder.” He smiled.Betty added, “Well, you two seem so comfortable with each other and look so good together, you may have to remind me again.” She ran a finger under Bob’s chin. Wait! I’m the one supposed to be flirting. A friend told me my camel toe was especially obvious when I didn’t wear panties, so I went commando today. I’d hoped for a. He spins you in your barstool and you can see he’s gotten his shirt wet. He draws you in close for a passionate kiss, but he leans over and bites your earlobe and purrs in your ear first. “I like it” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours. He slips his hands up your thighs and you feel one finger gently slide over your lips. His lips are working down your neckline, his hands moving up and down your thighs, fingers brushing your dampening pussy. He slide his hands under your ass and lifts. Alma always stopped to work her way around Gretchen’s pussy by kissing her inner thigh where it met her pussy and then alternating by swirling her tongue around Gretchen’s outer labial lips and kissing all around Gretchen’s pubic mound. She placed her palm on Gretchen’s pubic bone and rubbed her by gently massaging the top of her pussy as she teased her lover by lightly running her tongue up and down her outer labial lips. Alma knew what she was doing; she and Gretchen had been lovers for three. "He turned around to face her, now. She was staring at him with pleading eyes and was breathing heavily with fear. She knew her dad had been serious when he'd told her what the consequences would be if she didn't "do a good job". And he'd specifically told her not to be a "bitch".It was obvious to her now that her dad had, in fact, promised her to this guy. Why would he do that? Why would he treat her like a prostitute? It didn't matter, she thought. It was clear now that her dad didn't care.