It felt like I had been banished for an eternity!I could see every muscle and vein from the point of illumination, my flesh naught but paper against the sun within.Instead of the slow pace she set I went all out.She paused a few times to swallow hard and gag just a little.Though the smart move might have been to leave and ask no questions, something was nagging in the back of my mind.she laughed.Moving around a curtain I found the corridor to the High Priestess's Private Quarters fairly easily.We can get two rooms if you want or share one...like we share the sleeper.Suddenly Karen's hips began jerking violently upwards and she screamed into Lisa's mouth, her hand slapping on to my upper arm and grasping it so tightly it hurt.I was losing the battle with the vibe and just as we pulled onto the campsite another orgasm hit me. Someone had to tell me that we’d arrived and that granny I could get off the trailer.We’d arranged to Moms and Teens meet in the ‘The Petrol Head’ pub and when I got there I found Ryan sat round a table with some of the young men from the Lesbian tents in front of ours.Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down.You think this is going to end in you taking down the bad guys and saving the day, He asks loudly, You’re all the bad guys. Claire looked over anxiously at her friends who were staring fixedly at this performance art going on in front of them. I can’t do anything.. she whispered, .. and I don’t want to.. In a spasmodic motion that sent her entire body into a convulsion, Claire bucked her hips forward and arched her back while she let out a pornographic expulsion of pleasure from between her lips. The other three couldn’t see what was going on – not really, anyway Moms and Teens – and were effectively getting half the show. In granny an astounding gesture of human-to-ghost relations, it appeared to them like their friend was currently getting eaten out by a spirit.Claire could’ve corroborated that assumption if she had the willpower to stop moaning for a moment to speak. From her side, a tongue she couldn’t see was lashing back and forth in between the tender lips of her pink. She could feel the slimy, spectral appendage flick teasingly off of the sensitive nub of her clit. She had been gone down on before, but never like this – if that didn’t go without saying. The Lesbian poltergeist pleasuring the nubile, young woman was utterly incorporeal from Claire’s end of the electromagnetic spectrum. In a truly bizarre sight for her audience members, the squirming girl would occasionally reach down and make an attempt to rest her hand on top of the head that should have been nestled in between her legs. To as much of a surprise as the chick currently enthralled by the tongue-lashing as the ones watching her, Claire’s hand would hesitate at the spot where a head would be, and then pass through.