I Dream of DemieChapter 41 Matchmaker
“Beatrice?” “Yes.” “The ghost?” Beatrice’s green eyes looked at me from Vicky’s face, hurt. “I am a person, thank you very much!” I held out my hands in an attempt to mollify her. “Yes, of course you are, but ... you’re ... dead, right?” Now she looked uncomfortable. “Well, yes...” “And you ... possessed Vicky’s body and came up here to ... have sex with me?” Beatrice sexily nibbled Vicky’s lower lip. “Umm ... I could feel her connection to you, and her body was already stimulated. I...