”“I’ve traveled the world, been to the sites of war crimes, genocides, murders, hotel fires, and I’ve not once, NOT ONCE seen a ghost.”“My...offer still stands. One million dollars to anyone who can prove to me that ghosts exist.”“Look, Mr. Palmer...”“Call me ‘Jay,’” he interrupted.“Jay, you didn’t get to be a wealthy man by being gullible, but...”Jay interrupted again, “Cut the flattery. You’re saying that you can show me ghosts in Bangkok, and I say it’s bullshit. The offer stands. Show me a. Then she was naked.And, because Linda loved her own body, she paused to stand before the full-length mirror and admire her perfection. She winked at herself. She pursed her lips in a kissing motion. She could see, in the looking glass, how stiff and vibrant her nipples were. It surprised her slightly. She actually hadn't realized how horny Hank's letter had made her. Now she cupped her big, firm tits in her hands, lifting them and pressing them together into deep cleavage. Her thumbs swept back. My mouth came closer and closer to her cock. She grabbed my pigtails, holding on to them but not pulling on them. Just ... playing with them.“Mmm, you are a sexy thing,” purred Ms. Harland. “I like sexy things like you. Mmm, naughty girls who make me so wet. Who makes my cunt clench. I’m going to do such naughty things to you. Oh, yes, I am.”I kissed her cock on the tip. I shuddered as I tasted this spicy flavor. It was almost like my own pussy. I had tasted my fingers after I had rubbed. He was back to work, so that filled his days, but Tory still filled his nights. He kept running different scenarios around in his head about how Tory might react to him on Saturday morning. But, regardless of how he thought Tory might react, he knew her reaction would be an honest one.Finally, Saturday morning arrived."What's going on, Trent? I've never seen you so hyper before," Tory observed, watching her son's eyes dart around the Café for the umpteenth time."I just want to see Jayson. He's.