Our Conversation Part One

But the more I thought about what I thought I just saw and Melissa’s ‘acceptance’ to it really made my sane mind question Melissa’s life. I mean to me the spirit of her dead granddad watching her have sex would be like either of my dead parents popping in to watch me masturbate and give a comment about how I did!

I mean don’t get me wrong I loved the look of excitement in Melissa’s eyes as she thought about us having sex again, but waiting until I cummed in her before letting on that we had a spirit ‘pepping tom’ was a little too much to take. Maybe that was why my inner voice was crying out,
Just don’t stand there you moron, get out before she wants to fuck again or her granddad comes back but this time he critiques your technique!

Then Melissa made up my mind for me. “Don’t you just love getting hungry after a good fuck sesion?” Trust me that didn’t bother me at all, it was her solution to being hungry that did it for me. “If I’m right I still have a frozen pizza I can pop into the oven right from the box, maybe this time there won’t be that much plastic film around it!”

I took that as where she turned to go to, giving me my best chance to get away from “Miss Looney Toon!” In she went and I just grabbed my clothes off the floor and made my way to either a window or a door that I could escape through. I didn’t bother taking the time to dress, just ran for my place. As I cleared the gate, I decided incase she was watching, I would go through the cellar door and make damn sure not to turn on any lights.

In I went, groping my way to the basement stairs, then up them to the main level of the house. From here I had a bit of natural light coming in the windows and had plenty of experience as to where things were and miss hitting them. As I came near to the living room. At first I failed to notice a bright light coming from where the couch was, but there was no mistaking the voice I heard!

“I hope you can forgive me Harry, but it’s been a while since I got to see two live people doing it, that it just seemed wrong to say anything in case it spooked either of you!”

I went into the living room and there ‘he’ was, Walter sitting in the middle of the couch. Light reflecting off the blackened screen of the TV, smiling at me as if he came over just so he wouldn’t be alone.

I blurted out loud, “This can’t be happening I mean I don’t remember drinking anything but her pussy honey and there is no way that could have been alcoholic! So I can be drunk!”

“Trust me you’re not drunk, Harry. You just haven’t had such an experience like this before! Or a girl like Melissa either I might add!”

Then Walter patted the pillow to her immediate left, “Come have a sit and let’s talk!”