A Weekend With Sandy, Milf Adventures 1-2Volume 1 story 2 Sandy and I decided on a romantic weekend in the country, We stayed at her late grandmothers house for the weekend, which was quite literally over the river and through the woods. It looked like a haunted house to me. We walked through the threshold and a chill went down my spine, I almost left right then. But I decided that I was just being silly. “This house has been in my family since 1859, but my grandmother was the last person to live here and she died 6 years ago” Sandy said. “I love these old houses, Ive been wanting to bring you here for a while”She told me, “Its a great house hon, tell me will Gomez and Morticia been joining us for dinner?” I cracked back at her. Sandy gave a bemused smirk and shook her head saying “Go upstairs to the master bedroom and put our stuff away while I make us some tea and biscuits”. The house was creepy as fuck, it had all of these paintings of her long dead relatives, men dressed in military uniforms festooned with medals, women wearing high necked Victorian dresses. The whole place reminded me of an episode of Penny Dreadful, they had old swords on the wall and mounted zebra heads from adventures long past.The master bedroom had one aksaray escort of those old canopy beds. Since Sandy was downstairs making us tea and biscuits, I decided to explore the house. I looked up at a picture of a hawkish looking but kinda hot woman, it was sort of unnerving and it hung in front of the bed. I started to snoop I went through the bureau and found some old tin types, it was the woman from the painting but she was naked in various poses and using a dildo in one of them.I rummaged around more and I found an ivory dildo. Now that is some old-tyme swanky stuff, I thought amusing myself. I admit I was getting a half chub so I decided to jerk one off or as the Victorians would say Fetching mettle. As I began to whap my tally-whacker a chill went through the room. I could hear moaning down stairs and I thought “Making biscuts huh? yeah sure you are” the thought of Sandy masturbating got me even harder and I was soon shooting my load, a pearly stream onto the floor. I turned to get a cloth to wipe it up, but when i turned back it had already soaked into the carpet, “Oh well’ I thought to myself. I placed a log in the fire and climbed into bed, the portrait kept starring at me, it was so creepy but man what aksaray escort bayan a little slut, I couldn’t wait to show the tintypes and ivory dildo to Sandy, maybe she could use it and let me watch?. Where was Sandy with the tea? All of a sudden I felt as if I had come under a spell then I fell asleep.I could feel her moving under the covers, “Sandy hon is that you?” then I felt her lips sliding down over my cock, up and down, up and down, “Oh honey”. Already this was a great blowjob, warm, wet, steady. It went on for 5 minutes like that. The pace picked up and the suction intensified “Pop, Glugh, Pop, Glugh” oh my god! she was blow-popping my cock, sucking it hard and pulling up until it came out of her mouth with a audibly loud popping sound. I could feel my balls retracting up, as if she was going to suck them out through my dick. She had given me head before but never like this. Her tongue swirled around my cock like the line on a barber pole. She deep throated me to the hilt and then while my cock was in her throat stuck her tongue out and started to massage my balls. “Where did you learn that honey? Aw god, aw god its cumming” I cried “Im gonna cum”. I quickly shot huge gobs in her mouth “Schvit, schvit, escort aksaray schvit” and then more slowly “Schvit……..Shcvit”. I could hear her choking on my cum, gargling, “Go into the bathroom and spit it out honey” I said, then I heard a big loud gulp. Now this is a good girl I thought to myself. “Where’d you learn to give head like that?” I said. Then an eerie voice answer back “When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, I’ll suck your cock, this Halloween” I looked down It was the woman from the picture, I looked back at the picture and the woman wasnt there, then back at my cock and she was gone, my heart was beating out of my chest, I was afraid to look back at the picture but I did, she was sitting back on her horse. “SANDY!” I yelled at the top of my lungs “We need to leave now”. I sprang out of bed and started packing, my cock still hard and dripping cum. I ran down stairs suitcase in my hand, but naked as a jaybird. “Sandy honey get your shit, lets go now” I urged her.As we drove down the road Sandy was freaked out, “What the hell is going on?” she asked. I recounted my tale of pleasure and fear to her, she told me the woman in the picture was her great great grandmother Cecilia DePalma, who was rumored to be a witch. As I finished my story Sandy went white as a sheet and her voice trembling said “Hold on, if you were upstairs the whole night, who was eating my pussy?”Dun Dun Dun ! Blown a by ghostTell how you like this Halloween themed tale of ghostly pleasure.