Ugh, just spent three hours helping Grandma cleanse that old antique shop downtown. The owner thought he had a poltergeist - turns out it was just a horny spirit who died mid-fuck in the 1920s. Could've done without the visual of his ghostly cock still trying to find a pussy that's been dead for a century. On a completely different note... my boyfriend better be ready tonight. After dealing with all that sexual frustration from beyond the grave, I'm going to drain his balls so deep inside me he'll forget his own name. Maybe I'll even let him finish on my tits if he's good. Sorry not sorry for the horny post - ghost hunting makes me fucking ravenous.