“She wants to go to Munich again,” I said.“Oh dear,” he said, looking concerned, “do you think that’s wise?”“Wise?” I mused, “no. ...nything could happen and send her back to where she was at Christmas, or it could finally kill that ghost off.”“Or create a new one,” Dad said.“There’s that possibility too,” I agreed, “what do you think I should do Dad?”“There’s an old saying son,” he began, “if you love something let it go. If it’s truly yours, it will come back, if it doesn’t then it was never. I moaned and she giggled. Looking up to Samantha again, I noticed her staring intently at what her s*ster was doing, again white as a ghost. Something wet touched my penis and I looked back down at Mary, who was now putting her mouth around my member. I moaned again.After only a couple of seconds of giving me my first blow job, Mary pulled away and started rubbing her body against mine. She put my penis between her breasts and rubbed up and down over and over again for about a minute. "Talk to me." That hasn't done me any good up to now," Deirdre shot back withoutwidening the slight opening in the door. "Why should I trust you nowafter what else has happened?" Dammit!" Garret hissed to avoid shouting. "I'm as much a victim of thisdamned prophecy as you are. Do you think I ever had a choice in this? Iwas drawn to you, like you were drawn to me!" So you say," Deirdre responded, but the eye in the slight opening of thedoor blinked. "Prove it." I'm here." Garret was getting. "The management's compliments", they were told. "Would they join the manager in the lounge room for tea?" There followed a short exchange till the wife informed the hotel employee that they would be honoured. The lounge wasn't big; there were quite a number of men present, staff and a couple of guests. They were welcomed and tea was served. Not the tea that they were used to, but a very sweet brew without milk. It was not unpleasant. Apart from the tea the atmosphere was strained. She was the.