***************************** The laundry of my ancestors’ house is now my workshop. I’m a potter and good enough at my trade to make a reasonable...living from it. The main attraction of the laundry room was Martha, the resident ghost. I was aware of her from an early age. I would sit on the scrubbed table and ask Martha to tell me a story. She always did. When I became an adult, she told me about incidents in her life at the Hall. Each time I become Martha and experience the events exactly as. As they got up to go into the side room, he took it with him.Mum let me stay in his office this time, saying, "Don't worry, love, I've just got to try and get round Mr. Miller about the bill. You stay here, it'll be okay."She slipped of her shoes and left them with me along with the bags, telling me to look after them.I still recall the smell of her perfume and the slight musky scent of her feet, as she popped off her warm footwear, and the way she pulled and straightened the nylon from it's. He drank."That's the last of the Lacto," she said. "How many of these did youdrink?" I dunno. Three, maybe? Five?"House says you drank eight. You know they're bioactive, right?"Kinny shook his head.She knelt between his legs. She reached inside the skirt. Sheuncovered him and took him in her mouth....Kinny exploded.He watched absently as Jazz stood with a mouthful of semen. A drop ofit leaked out of the corner of her mouth. He was too dazed to move,too sated to object. Although, he had an idea. . want to go?"Susan's eyes lit up and she smiled and replied, "You know I do Mother... I'll tell Tommy we have to go out of town for two days."By 1:00 pm the next day Tony drove up at the cabin with Maggie and Susan. They carried their bags in and Susan was glad they had cleaned the place before they left last night. Susan asked Maggie, "What should I wear?" Anything or nothing baby... what ever turns you on... from now til we leave here it is pure sex... fuck anyone you like, as many as you.