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 t... 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.". He knew how sensitive her nipples were and how she loved them roughly played with. Kimberly moaned appreciatively as her already wet pussy began to drip profusely. She had been wet most of the night as she gazed at her daughter's boyfriend and imagined him fucking her daughter. She was envious of her daughter, wondering if she had already experience the young man's stiff black cock. She wondered how thick it was and how it felt fucking her daughter. She knew Taylor was no virgin, and figured. He probably wouldn’t have given her a second glance though, if not for the fact that she’d recognised him. She definitely wasn’t someone he’d known in his old life though. ‘Sorry, is your n- are you Logan Turner?’ He grunted in the affirmative. ‘You don’t remember me, do you? You waltz in to town one day and out the next, and it means nothing to you.’ He shrugged and turned back to the bar, but the woman didn’t leave. ‘You have a daughter, Logan. It was one night for you, but we can’t all just. Her name is Aleene. Everyone calls her Al. "Hello Al” I said. She said "hello". I said "what are you ladies talking about". Both of you turned to each other and laughed. Then I thought you were talking about me !!! Then Al said "come on over we will not bit". So I came closer to where you and Al was seating. Al was captivating. She had long red hair that went down half the way down her back. She was wearing a low cut bouse that almost could not contain her large breast. One could get lost in.