The Haunted House: Part 2

It had been our dream to run a Bed and Breakfast Inn, and, after we had toured the house, in spite of the behavior of the real estate agent, we bought it and immediately began to refurbish it.*The house came with an attic full of near-perfect victorian furniture, which we were determined to use. The only problem was getting the pieces out of the attic and into each of the upstairs bedrooms. As both myself and my wife discovered, there was something about the attic that led us to some bizarre behavior, freaking out my prudish wife, but not to the point of passing on the house.Kelly, after her lesbian/threesome experience, had told me that, although she did kind of like it, not to expect it again.*I agreed, in spite of the rise it got out of me, that I would behave myself. Every time I entered the attic for another piece of furniture, I had a near overwhelming desire to run downstairs, bend Kelly over the kitchen counter and fuck her silly. Knowing that I would get absolutely nothing accomplished, I held my libido in check.**After Ankara bayan escort a month of feverish work we had two bedrooms completed and ready for guests. We got a phone call from a single mother*who, along with her daughter, was coming to town to real estate shop. We booked her into the Queen Victoria room which had floral wallpaper, a queen size bed (of course!) as well as a single bed, dressers, and* mirrors and an adjoining bath,When the Downings*arrived, I took their bags upstairs, showed them around and let them know that I would be working on the other, unfinished areas of the house during the day while they were out. Alice, the mother, was a tall ash blonde, professional in appearance, and rather reserved. Meg, her sixteen-year-old daughter was a typical teen, with her face glued to her phone.**A relaxed dresser, she wore form-fitting jeans and a loose-fitting tee shirt, her flaxen hair tied in a french braid almost halfway down her back. I left them with a lot of information about Escort bayan Ankara touristy stuff they might enjoy, time permitting. Alice thought she might have some time for that, but more than likely, Meg would get more use out of it.The next morning, they came down for breakfast, Alice in a business suit and Meg in a lacrosse jersey and cut-offs. After finishing, Alice stated that she would be spending all day with*real estate brokers and admonished Meg not to monopolize all of our time, or spend all day on the phone with her boyfriend.Meg's response?"Yeah! Whatever!"Alice left, followed by my wife Kelly, who had to go to the nearest big-box store to buy more supplies, leaving me alone with Meg.After an awkward minute of silence, I tried to make small talk. "So, how long have you and your boyfriend been seeing each other?""About two weeks. Mom hates him!""After only two weeks? That's not much time to form an opinion." I replied. "Why does she hate him?""Cuz he's a guy." she said, "And all Bayan escort Ankara he wants is to fuck me."*A little taken aback by her directness. "And how can she be so sure?"*"Cuz he's a guy! And she hates guys!"*"So, what do you think? Does he just want to get in your pants? Or does he actually like you? Does he treat you with respect, or treat you like shit."**"I dunno!"*I decided to end the conversation there, especially since we were getting personal and I was getting aroused.* "Well, I have some work to do in the attic. Maybe I'll see you at lunch."*"Yeah. Maybe," she said, picking up her phone and texting God knows who, probably her boyfriend...I went upstairs and got to work cleaning up another antique for use in another bedroom, fighting the urges that happen every time I went up into the forbidden space. It was more difficult today, perhaps because of our guests. Alice was a very good looking woman and I found myself imagining what she would look like naked...*on her knees... sucking my cock.Just as I was about to give in to my urges and slide my hand into my pants, the attic door opened. There was Meg, silhouetted in the doorway.*"I got bored, so I thought I'd come up and help," she said as she stepped into the room, stood right in front of me.Without a word, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly and fished out my boner.