Sally the Ghost Kisses Emelda
Simon's breathing started to get deeper and louder as he neared orgasm. He stroked his erection faster. A buzzing sound filled the room punctuated by a squealing female voice. Emelda took her wide eyes off his groin and glanced across the bed, and the nude male masturbating between us, at me. "Goodness, Sally, this talking 'laptop' computer has gotten him excited. How long can he stroke himself? It looks oh so painful to me."Painful? I frowned. Emelda was a bit old fashioned as well as...
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