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It was a grey, mid-November day when Christine moved to her new house, in a small New England village. She moved to get away from her old life, and more specifically a cheating ex-boyfriend and a shitty job. She didn’t have much money, but she got lucky and found an ad from a girl wanting to rent out a room in her century-old house. Said house was a two-floor house on the outskirts of town, painted in dark colours, old paint chipping off here and there from the wooden walls. Christine walked up the path and rang the bell. She heard loud footsteps on the inside, and a smiling girl opened up, “Hi! You must be Christine, right? Come on in!” Once they reached the living room, the girl turned around and stretched her hand, “I’m Sally, as you might have guessed. Hope you didn’t have problems finding the place?” Christine found herself smiling back, “Not at all.” They sat down and discussed the last details of the deal, then Christine brought all her stuff in her new room. As she was unpacking, Sally brought her a cup of coffee, “I know I should escort beylikdüzü have mentioned this before, but… there’s something I didn’t tell you about the house,” She was twisting her hands nervously, “The house… is haunted. Nothing big though,” she added in a hurry. “You will barely notice him but… he’s a bit peculiar. Let’s say he… really likes women.”  Christine almost choked on her coffee, “A perverted ghost? What, is he going to feel me up or something?” she laughed. “Sally, I am a pretty down-to-earth person, and since I don’t believe in ghosts, I don’t think this will bother me. Plus, you need the money from my rent, right?” Sally gave her a sly grin, “Oh, this ghost is very much real and you’ll notice soon enough, if I know him. Don’t worry though, he won’t scare nor harm you. By the way, I’m making my special fried chicken tonight… you know, invite my boyfriend and a couple of friends over… trying to give you a nice welcome to town.” After a few minutes Christine brought her empty escort akbatı mug downstairs, where a delicious, mouth-watering smell was drifting out of the kitchen. Clearly Sally was preparing her famous dinner. Christine entered the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Sally was on the far side of the room, leaning on the counter with her hands, her back facing Christine. She wasn’t cooking, and it took Christine only a second to guess what she walked on to; Sally’s legs were wide apart, her arms were trembling, and she was moaning softly, clearly trying not to make too much noise. This sight alone was making Christine wet, it was so erotic… Then she realized that Sally wasn’t rubbing herself, as her hands were gripping the kitchen counter hard. At first Christine thought Sally was using some kind of toy, but then she noticed her skirt; it was pulled up and slightly moving, as if an invisible hand was sliding underneath it and pleasuring her. She was still thinking about it, when Sally let out a louder moan, escort beylikdüzü her body tensed up, and she came hard. Christine had to lay against the door-frame, her pussy wet and pulsing. She didn’t want to let Sally know she was there, spying on her, but she couldn’t stop a moan escaping from her lips. The other girl turned around, pleasure still visible on her blushed face, her half-open eyes.  “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” Christine stuttered, but Sally just smiled, and started walking towards her. She put her hand under Christine’s skirt, between her tights, and felt the wetness. She started rubbing her clit over the fabric, “Did you like what you saw, Christine? I’m sure he’ll come very soon to please your sweet pussy.” Christine closed her eyes and moaned. She spread her legs when she felt Sally’s fingers pull her panties on the side and enter her slit. She fingered her slowly, much to Christine’s disappointment… she was so close. When she was about to complain, she felt something slide between her ass cheeks and press at her pucker. It couldn’t been Sally, her hand was hot all over her pussy, while this one felt cool. Could it be?… “Fuck! I don’t care, make me cum!” she found herself say under her breath. Sally grinned and shoved two fingers up Christine’s pussy, fucking her fast and deep.

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