"Alicia wiped a tear from her eye as she thought about the pain this man had caused her. But, buried underneath all of that pain, were the good years....The years that she and Will had been in love, the years of laughter and joy.Then she looked over at Alex and thought about the past few days. How her son had brought her so much pleasure, pleasure she had never thought she could experience. And she loved him, more than she thought was possible."Will, you're right. What you did was unforgivable.. After all, the old lecherous bastard, despite his obvious distaste for you, or perhaps out of some perverse desire to annoy his own children, had left his mansion - Coldbrook Manor, in rural Maine - to you.Lots of stories about the estate have been handed down through the family - stories about it being haunted, or cursed - the kind of stories older kids in large dynastic families tell to their impressionable cousins to terrify them.The fact of the matter, as some of the more sober and. I loved the way he held it in his hand and flicked his tongue on the head before going down on it again. It was weird for me to see the man who was so dominant with me now sucking on a dildo and he seemed to be enjoying it very much. I started to giggle. “I could see the headline now. Southern City Police Detective loves to suck fake cock.” I said laughing. It was not my intention to laugh at him. I was only making a joke. He didn’t see it that way. He stopped sucking it and slammed it down. Anna quickly clocked this. “Rosie, dear, don’t you want to take off your coat and give it to Sam?” Rosie’s brain clicked back into action and said, “Of course. I was just looking at how beautiful this house is. Something about it is familiar, but I can’t really figure out what it is.” Anna slowly removed her coat to show that she was wearing perhaps the smallest dress that I had ever seen. Its hemline barely extended past her pussy, and even then I could tell the only thing separating me from.