This is a footnote to a previous story called My Landlady - you DO need to read that first - a woman I enjoyed for years. This story won’t make sense if you haven’t read the previous story - search stories for: My Landlady, colonel This time of year I enjoy hearing tales based on the spirits that mull around Christmas. I had started drinking early evening - wine, a new one from down under, 3 or 4 glasses, nothing excessive. I retired to bed late after preparing the house for Christmas Day. Sleep came easy. I wasn’t aware the following was a dream nor how it started. I was with J in bed in her cottage, it was late night / very early morning. In reality the cottage had long since been sold and J was gone. The important thing was I was in bed with J. Strangely she was in a red dress or maybe a short red number, she was normally in bra and panties when we hit the sheets. Her bed was as I remembered it - old fashioned and made with crisp white sheets and a thick Duvet. We were talking again and we were in bed - I felt free, neither of us should be there but we were. There was sex - I went down on her pussy, working her red moist pussy with my tongue,I could see her stretching out, tensing her body, her red dress slipping up her body as l lifted and held her pussy to my tongue. God it was good to see and be with her again. I was at the pillow end, she was laying face down, leaning over the rail at the bottom, ass in the air. It was like I was third person watching me and J in the bed - I was there but from my viewpoint I was nearest J’s face. I couldn’t see J’s face, it was definitely J, she was looking down, her face obscured by her blonde hair. I said “I don’t understand - how can you be here?” She replied “I don’t know” I was puzzled ..... there was a fundamental reason this couldn’t be happening. It was so clear. There was more talking in bed - it was intimate to us and not for here. We were relaxed, alone in her cold cottage, snuggled up in her bed - it was lovely. Both a bit fucked up in our ways like a lot of people making their way in life but when we were together it was good. After that the experience descended into confused semi related. random themes. Well, I had got my spirit story but it had been a bit too close to home although feeling I had been with J again was fantastic. J and I had parted although we continued to work in the same office. J had died a few years after we stopped our affair. I woke exhausted and a bit shaken. Jack