It was now the beginning of August and she knew the Edinburgh Festival loomed.“Look,” she urged him, “you loved the Festival last year even befo...e you met Sam. You can’t go avoiding places because they might bring memories. You had a great time last year, why not lay Sam’s ghost and go again?”While his initial reaction was negative, as the first week in August passed, and Vicky nagged him all that week, he mellowed towards the idea. Vicky was right, he did have a good time the previous year. So. It had a triple lot with high walls and higher shrubs and trees that provided the perfect amount of privacy for the backyard and the large pool. The yard had been shot to hell, and took him a couple of weeks to really get it all cleaned up again. The pool and hot tub were even all cleaned up, the jets to both cleaned out and replaced. Finally he was able to start to really get stuff organized. That's when he found just why no one wanted to buy the place.One night he was in the below the. I was so naive at the time, I didn't realize that Barb was cleverly introducing me to the art of phone sex. She told me that she had already taken a nice long hot bubble bath and had imagined that the stream of hot water that massaged her hungry cunt was my tongue on her. And as she dried herself off, she fantasized that I was the gentle touch on the other side of the towel. Then Barb told me she was lying on the bed naked, with legs spread wide and she was admiring herself in the large mirror. " I..." I want to see your beautiful face when you cum, first with my tongue and then with my cock. At least a half hour will make it worth my while, and perhaps yours as well." I unbuttoned her figure hugging blouse, a deep red that somehow suggested her country of origin, revealing heavy, dusky breasts with perfectly rounded bottoms and capped with almost black little nipples. She had a roundness at her belly that continued the softness of the rest of her. "200 euros?" I murmured, pulling a.