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without walking into the room and waking her. It came in handy now. Hannah could watch without the guy knowing as long as she stayed in the shadows.
    While she dressed for bed in one of Melia’s tee shirts, heavy footsteps alerted her to Mr. Right Now’s presence.
    Pressed against the wall so as not to be seen, she looked through the glass as Melia and her date undressed each other. Melia gave her a surreptitious wave from hip level at one point. The guy was a magnificent specimen and certainly booty-call worthy. He seemed quite attached to Melia’s generous breasts and sucked and kneaded them with abandon.
    He quickly maneuvered her to the bed and lifted her on top of him. They played around a while before Melia slid down his body and gave him a five-minute blow job that had the guy panting and grasping Melia’s hair until Hannah was sure hunks of it would be falling out. Melia laughed when he spurted all over her tits.
    “I wanted you drained so you’d last a long, long time inside me. I’ll just be a moment.” Melia threw him a towel from the bathroom doorway before disappearing behind it.
    The heat from Hannah’s own pussy had her wiggling and wishing she’d crawled into bed with Bolt before Melia came home to let her in. She ran a hand over her nipples as the guy in Melia’s bed cleaned his cock and stroked it into readiness for Melia’s return.
    Bolt had been her first and only bed partner and she’d never desired anyone else, but watching this anonymous man jerk his hand along his cock made her want to join the fun in the next room. The ghost in the mine took over Hannah’s thoughts. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see if he actually existed or if she’d conjured him. That kiss…
    Luckily, Melia returned sans cum on her tits. She slid into bed beside her booty call and pet his now rigid member while he enjoyed playing with her tits again. They rolled around for a few minutes before the guy pushed up Melia’s knees and began eating her out. Hannah feared her friend’s screams would wake even her deaf father and ear-plugged mother.
    All became quiet after Melia was satisfied, but the peace only lasted a few seconds before the duo were at it again. Melia always said she liked being on top. She pushed her guy onto his back and slowly slid down his shaft with a contented sigh. She controlled the rhythm, first slow then fast and furious. Melia’s ass bouncing on that fat cock made Hannah so wet she had to use her fingers on herself to relieve the pressure building in her groin. The three of them came together and Hannah slid to the floor, exhausted.
    The shower in the next room was turned on but went silent when the lovers closed the bathroom door. Hannah went to bed thinking of tomorrow and her visit with a ghost. What craziness. Ghosts don’t exist. Then, whose kiss continued to burn on her lips? Whose touch was making her hot even now? Would the spirit, ghost, apparition, whatever it was, really be there again or had she imagined the whole episode?
    Since Melia’s father had left for work and her mother had gone to an appointment with her hairdresser, Hannah had breakfast with the kitchen help before Melia woke up the next morning. She’d heard moans of passion every time she woke up during the night. Mr. Right Now must have stayed until dawn. Her friend would not be up for hours. Good, she didn’t have to explain anything to anybody and she’d told no one except Melia where she was going. Her father would forbid her going alone if he got wind of her intentions. But he was off to his offices in Sacramento and would be gone all day. Melia would never tell. One never-to-be-broken rule between Melia and Hannah was that secrets were sacrosanct. Hannah wolfed down some toast and coffee and lit out as quickly as prudence would allow.

Chapter Two
     
    Bolt only had half his concentration on his father as they walked toward the area where the sick cow had been isolated. He couldn’t figure out