After a moment's hesitation I answer, "Sorry, I'm not really used to getting up early."
"Ok. But you might regret it," Amaya whispers. "Thanks again," she says, as she quietly exits the room.
I move my arms over my eyes in an attempt to get back to sleep. I close my eyes and try to recall the feeling of Mel's body on mine, but images of Amaya interrupt my thoughts.
My feelings shift back and forth, between Mel's breasts on my chest, and Amaya's pussy squeezing my cock. Then I feel both images merge is a confusing blur. I look at the face to see how a combination of Amaya and Mel might look, but all I see is a foggy white face.
I look at the face again, and the lips start to move. "Don't be afraid," she says.
"Are you Del . . .?" I ask, somewhat hesitantly.
She smiles and says, "You can't feel ghosts but you can feel me." I then feel something rub against my crotch. Then I feel something soft and wet against my neck. Then, something pointed pokes at my side. I awake with a start!
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