A picky ghost as well, but she was nice.After a night out, I came home with my good friend, Tonya. We had a nice night together and we decided to go m...y home for a nightcap. She's never been to my home, so I decided to show her around. We sat in the den; drank some wine while soft music played in the background.Two candles illuminated the den setting a sensual mood for us. We sat together and begin to kiss passionately. I held her, touched her and kissed some more.Then she appeared, hovered. It stayed there as he spoke, held in place by the wetness of the beer he'd obviously just finished. "Went like clockwork, huh, Henry?" he inquired, dropping the emptied beer can into a plastic trash can lined with newspaper that was positioned by the bedroom door. "When you think she'll be ready? I wouldn't mind a piece o' her ass myself. Did you see those legs? And tits! Man, she's got a pair like one o' them fold-out girlies."Gloria glared at him half seriously. "You just shut your mouth, Al. Once in the flat it didn't take Anne long to find out how infatuated he was a photo of her on his bedside table taken at Maslins, but all was forgiven when his nine inches of cock came into view. The other thing about Terry she found was that he put her satisfaction first, she orgasmed four times before his cock came any where near her. I got all this information later that evening when she arrived home.It seems Terry was one of those guys that can go on and on, shooting his load and staying. Christine wasn't kidding when she said it was pricey. Even at a midweek rate it better be a really nice room. I spent the rest of the trip playing the little visual flirting games that men and women have been playing for centuries, and reading my book. I felt a little guilty at first and wondered what Christine would think if she knew I was only sixteen. That reminded me of what Ms. Forrester had said and I made a note that I needed to do something about my wardrobe. If I was going to play a.