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Heathyr Hoffman ghost hunters lesbian love story

... the empty room, waiting for her partner to return. While the teams normally ‘hunted’ in pairs, they did occasionally go solo, hoping for more personal contact. As was often the case in an empty structure such as this, she kept hearing things around her. After hunting ghosts for almost six years with nothing worse than a phantom caress on her arm or her neck, she wasn’t worried. She did want to make sure no one else was actually there – both to keep the session clean and for her own peace of mind. The camera was pointed directly at her, the night vision apparatus making the petite bombshell blonde appear to have almost white hair. And her eyes appeared to have an inner glow in the night vision. “Is there anyone here with me? Can you let me know?” Heathyr asked the apparently empty air. Then, to the camera, she added, “I’m not sure if talking will work. I don’t think any ghosts here understand English…” She tried again, “Can you give me a sign that you are here? Can you make this EM gauge light up?” Suddenly, the EM gauge in her hand lit up – all five lights were steadily aglow. She looked around the room to see if there were any shapes or shadows. The EM gauge went dark. “Can you do that again please? Or make some other contact?” Heathyr looked around again, her eyes glowing in the false light of the night vision lens on the camera. The room they were in was fairly well-lit. The Moon was nearly full and the remains of the roof let in a lot of ambient light. Compared to most ...

... places they had investigated, this place was brightly lit. Addressing the camera person who had shadowed her – partnered with her in actuality since the young Arizonan came to the team – Heathyr said, “Did you hear that, Elise?” Before Elise, a young woman from England, could respond, she squealed. Heathyr jumped and looked at her, “What happened?” “I…I felt someone touch me.” “Where? On your arm? Your head?” Elise shook her head, “On my…ass.” Both women chuckled before Heathyr asked, “Was it just a quick touch or…?” “No, it felt like a hand…cupping my…cheek.” “Wow,” Heathyr whispered. ‘This will definitely make the show. The SyFy people are pretty…old-fashioned but this might be good for an advertising sound bite.’ Elise added, “I don’t think it was a man’s hand…” Heathyr’s eyes widened in the darkness. This was something new. Even as the beautiful blonde thought that, she felt a slender hand grab her ass. At the same time, another hand grabbed her breast. “E…Elise, do…do you see anything?” Elise had been swatting at something unseen near her own ass when she quickly looked up. “Th…through the camera, I…can… Stop that! I can see… Oh wow!” Through the image finder, Elise could see the indentations of fingers on Heathyr's ample breast but no hand. Those indents were moving too. The shorter, wider one – the thumb? – began to caress the center of Heathyr’s mound, causing the investigator’s nipples to harden. Heathyr moaned, her head thrown back and her long, blonde hair falling ...