There were two glory holes one to my left and one in front of me. Through the front one I could see a man fucking someone through the second hole in h...s room. I reached through and stroked his arse and balls as he fucked.Someone entered the room to my right and I looked through to see another older man but this time with a good large cock. He pushed it through the hole and I dived onto it sucking it down to the base. It was slimy where it had been in someone else and I loved it as I sucked him. I need to use filters myself. “Ghosts, huh?”Marge gazes intently at me, challenging my own ability to hide the secrets of Gateway House. “You’ve not experienced anything like that, have you?” I used the coffee to hide any reaction. As I sip and glance at her over the rim of the mug, I give her a simple shake of the head. She breathes out. I hadn’t noticed that she was holding it. “Good. We all like you, Lexy. We wouldn’t like to see you leave like the others.” Clearly, that last part was a. Bernie’s face was luminescent, demented. But her cunt shone with a different kind of gleam – and Jim could not tear his eyes away from it.“I can fuck again, Father,” said Bernie. “My cunt is free again: look!” She spread her pussy-lips wide, so that Jim could stare into her pink gloopy bubbling depths. And then she said the inevitable: “Now ffffuck me, Jimmyyyy…”Father Jim gripped his cock with his right hand, even as his left held his prayer book tight. He was scared – terrified of what he had. Jethro Morris murder victim.James Western the second murder victim.I awoke feeling optimistic for a change. I showered while the camper was still warm from the over night heat. The heat had built up from the gas wall furnace which either ran or didn’t run in the trailer. Since my water supply ran from the house, not a storage tank, I could take a long showers.Oh yes I had the small burnt out water heater replaced with an inline instant hot water system. Those two things made for an enjoyable.