"Who is it?" you call out.
"Who do you think, Jace?" Sara asks, a little perturbed. "I heard screams and thought something might be wrong."
"Nothing's wrong," you reply.
"But those screams, like a girl. We're the only ones here."
"No, no, nothings wrong."
Before anything else can be said, Sara opens the door, obviously intent on making sure everythings okay. You don't have time to hide your cock in Rebecca, though she fades to near nothingness from the shock of being caught.
"What the fuck!" Sara shouts.
"It's not what it looks like," you tell her, trying to calm her down.
"It looks like you're fucking a ghost Jace!"
"Ok, it's exactly what it looks like."
"I don't believe this. My best friend's some kind of freak." Sara turns around and starts to leave, but is suddenly stopped in her tracks, a small gasp escaping her lips. Sara's arms slowly raise as her pajama top is taken off by no one you can see. You notice Rebecca materializing behind her, her arms wrapped around Sara. The two turn slightly to let you see Rebecca playing with Sara's big tits. A look of both fear and pleasure is on your friend's face.
"Looks like you're having foreplay with a ghost, Sara" you tease, as you watch this erotic sight. |