She was a gymnast with strong arms so I had her grab the clothing rod in the closet. She did and unwrapped her legs from around me too. I slowly let m...y weight fall away from her and concentrated on pulling my cock out. She was concentrating too. Willing her cervix to relax and holding on to the bar as I pulled. I heard her whimper and I knew tears were coming to her eyes. It seemed like nothing was happening. I tried some quick short pulls think that would stretch her again. I heard her Mom. Emelda bent down, pushing her full breasts against his chest, and kissed him full on the lips. Their bodies began to move as they pressed into each other.O. M. G., I thought. This actually worked! Emelda got energy! They are hot! I am so going to ogle Emelda as she fucks this guy and finger myself. I am such a bad girl.I thought for a moment and cute panties and a matching bra appeared on my body. Ghosts can change clothes with a thought and I liked to have panties on when I masturbated. They. A little tired maybe, but that’s to be expected, considering.”I felt a little twinge of guilt at this last comment. ‘Considering’ he’d had to make two four hour flights down to Jamaica to sort out the mess I’d helped to create. And I knew his job was stressful enough without that kind of stuff, and it was Neil’s job that paid for the girls’ college fees and for our lovely home and vacations.“Yeah, sorry about that, baby,” I nervously replied.We chatted about this and that. A lot about the girls. His hands slide down her back, around her sides to her breasts to pinch and roll her nipples. Whimpering, her body still in that blissful state just after a hard climax. Her nails dig into her ankles not wanting to cum so soon after that last one. His fingers work their magic over her, his hands engulfing her breasts, squeezing hard. Her eyes spring open, seeing nothing, moaning while her hips buck. He chuckles, his sweat dripping from his body onto hers. He continues to maul her breasts,.