Panny lifts her eyebrows, grins and says, "Oooo we haven't done that in a while. You don't have to be CLAIRVOYANT to know how much I looove doing that, but you'll get your chance soon enough, that is if we ever get out of this GHOULISH relic."
Just then the two turn their heads SHARPLY towards the CREAKING staircase where two floating APPARITIONS approach. The human couple are frozen in place, like ZOMBIES. They're left speechless as the nearly transparent DISEMBODIED heads appear to STALK them as they get closer.
"Not to FEAR sweet 'FLESHIES'," declares the apparent female vision, "for all we want is to see and speak to you. It's been too long since we have been visited by such a handsome pair as yourselves."
On her last syllable the bodies of the GHOSTLY figures take form. She develops into a buxom hourglass, he a dashing gent of stature with chiseled features. Meanwhile, the chins of Pandora and Tad rebound off the floor from the PRETERNATURAL sight.
"We can see that you are in appreciation of our earthly forms," suavely states the male SPIRIT.
P and T are too fixated on the REANIMATION of the GHOSTS to be aware that their own clothes are MAGICALLY removed. Pan takes a complete inventory of the DONATELLO of a 'man' before her. She admires his dark but soft eyes, broad shoulders, wide and flat muscular plates like pecks and six-pack 'abs'. And that's just the top half. Below his waist lays an auburn carpet of curls topping the unmistakable mark of manhood. His girthy cock is of length but not MONSTROUSLY so. It's crowned by a bulbous dome which no doubt is most capable of reaching the nadir of the deepest of portals.
She begins to drool from her pussy of sufficient copiousness to condense into rivulets flowing down her left leg, then looks down in HORROR at the pooling of her gathered pudenda dewdrops, and at the reveal of her complete epidermal exposure.
She SPOOKED herself by not exhibiting even a fleeting feeling of embarrassment at her bare ass presentation. In fact, the vulnerability of it excited her all the more. She continued her carnal assessment of his thick thighs, sculptured calves and well manicured feet. It was at the conclusion of her auditing that she realized that they were yet to exchange names.
"You may refer to me as George," he said while sporting a DEVILISH grin, "yes I know they call you Pandora, Pan, Dora and sometimes, P," he continued smugly.
Pan was too far gone to be phased by how he knew the names only close friends and lovers would. She opened her mute mouth, HYPNOTISED by the site of George's beautiful appendage. She shuffled over to him in a TRANCE, then started to genuflect. George preempted her by placing his left index finger under her chin and lifting. She looked up at his handsome face in submissive awe. He craned his lips down to hers to give her a full wet kiss.
He trailed his way down her neck, and after a few nibbles at the base, he stopped to view the progress of his mate's seduction of Tad. Already she had him reduced into sexual servitude. George chuckled at the rapid advancement of her handiwork.
"... And I am Tara, your SPIRITUAL counselor. Now be so good to lavish upon my bosoms."
He commenced fervent suckling of Tara's teets as if his life depended on it. Maybe it had, for he was humming like a starved caged BEAST feasting on the week's first meal. He rapidly alternated between the left and right as she cooed her approval. While focusing his oral attentiveness on one breast he had also been fondling the other. His clamping digits could not entirely envelop her girl's ample flesh. It was a lewd sight indeed to have witnessed the uncovered half bulging its escape from his grip.
