"I felt terrible that I made her sad. "I'm sorry Mrs. Webster. I didn't mean to poke my nose in where it don't belong."She put her hand on my arm and ...aid, "Don't be sorry. It's nothing to do with you. Randall and I are just going through some rough times. All married couples do, I guess but I'm sure we'll work through it. It's sweet of you to be concerned."When we got back to the farm, I showed her how to apply the balm to the cow's udder. It was gettin' on to late afternoon so she paid me for. And Mrs. Langholm. If I had come to your terrace on this sunny Saturday, and told you that I have been in contact with Alex, would you have listened to me?" I might, " Karen said, "but my husband would have sent you away. But it is true, John. It happened just that way. And only Alex and I know." This is crazy, " John answered, not as angry as before, but still grumpy. "You claim you can make contact with Alex? He's been dead and buried for 4 weeks, now. You'd be a cruel man if this is a scam.". “Well, do I take it that you like each other?" A wry smile creased Michael’s face."I think that's fair to say, don't you, Jenny?" I took her coat.“Oh, definitely,” she agreed and squealed when I wrapped her in my arms again. She wore a very short blue dress and very little else, judging by the way her breasts jiggled.She moaned as we kissed. Moving sensuously against her, I felt her hands sliding down my back onto my bottom. "Mmm, no underwear." Just little old me," I murmured.A hand moved. I gently pulled myself away from Jazz’s embrace, looked her in the eye and said, “Look we’ll talk later, I’ve got something to do”. I quickly grabbed the Olive Oil and raced back to my room. There, her ass still in the air with her hand between her legs rubbing her pussy was Beckie, moaning and waving her arse from side to side. “Sorry” I said “Got held up”. Beckie looked back at me, her eyes glazed and said “Mmmm just do me quick I think I’m about to cum”.Jazz had followed me back to my room.