I am a ghost. I have been raped while I lived. That is why I'm a ghost. I get my revenge from transforming rapists and wife beaters.(*Anne-Mal) What a...bout husband beaters?(tt) Listen to her. She knows what she's talking about.(Arlene) I've never heard of wives beating their husbands! Maybe they do that in 1999, but never when I was alive.(*Anne-Mal) Okay let's begin! Tonight's guest is Troy!A favorite of the role-playing rooms and chosen by his peers to have the first role-playing night!. This time she turned around and we were facing each other as we skated. She moved a bit closer to me, and I swear I could smell the cherry lip gloss she was wearing, and I could see the sparkles in her eye shadow under the mirror ball. Just as the song was endinmg the DJ announced that the rink would be closing in 15 minutes.I was trying to find the courage to ask her if I could get her number, when the 2 other girls she apparently came with skated over and said they needed to get ready to go.. As my erection pressed painfully against my jeans, Melissa spoke. "Do you mind?" "Wha, huh?" I mumbled. I saw Melissa's eyes flicker over to Reggie and back to me. Then I felt a sharp pain across my face as Reggie slapped me. "Get out of her way daisy fuck! She's going to the shower!" he yelled at me. "Oh, sorry," I said quickly and I stepped out of her way. Melissa walked passed me, and I could have sworn I saw her glance down at my bulge... She walked away from the aisles of lockers and. Amy was wearing a very short blue skirt and Clara could clearly see the round curves of Amy’s supple ass cheeks up the sultry garment. Nor did Amy’s panties leave much to the imagination, Clara was a bit disappointed that the redhead’s pussy was not in plain view, but aside from her luscious entrances, Amy’s skin was bare from her knee-high boots right up to her thin, ass-hugging pair of scarlet panties. Every so often, Amy would glance down at Clara, and the two would share a longing look of.