“That’s why I wanted to talk to you. A lot of people seem to be interested in it.”“No, you can’t have found it now. She told me she lost it....It was the winter cotillion. I gave it to her to wear and she lost it. It almost ruined us. Her mother was dead and the one thing I had to give her, she lost the first time she wore it,” Grover sobbed. “We didn’t speak to each other for months. Then I realized we’d lose each other if we didn’t patch it up. We agreed never to mention it again. Oh, if only. Alex groaned at the intrusion as Allison gasped herpleasure.The three slowly found a rhythm. Allison would thrust, and the motionwould pass like a wave through Alex into Karen. The moans began again,this time accompanied by Allison's high pitched cries. It wasn't longbefore Alex came once again, and when he did his tight ass clamped aroundAllison's rock hard dick. She lost her rhythm for a second, engulfed inpleasure, before beginning again.Alex came a couple more times before Karen finally. Do you remember walking up by the fountains on the water front? Holding my hand as we travelled, not a care in the world; that night everything felt perfect.We walked slowly not wanting to return, just enjoying our time together. Once we finally did get back we talked for a couple of hours. You always said you enjoyed hearing me talk. I love when you talk to me.Eventually we started to kiss passionately. I always melted inside when you kissed me, you didn't know it but I was putty in your hands. BesidesI am weird. I like graveyards. I don't know why. Maybe it's the oneplace where you aren't alone but you don't have to worry about anyonebugging you. In some ways it's the best of both worlds. You can think ina graveyard and I had some things I wanted to think about without beinginterrupted. Everyone in a graveyard is pretty much totally absorbed inhis or her own thoughts. It's a loner's paradise.Mainly what I wanted to do was remember. I wanted to remember my Dad,because I'd come all the.