You don't look like one if Imay say so." The man gave her his best smile."Well I am and now you're only the third person to know that," Valeriesnapped..."Jeez I can't win a fucking trick today. Every time I say something Iput me foot in it. Anyway I'm John Benstead." He offered his hand andthe killer smile got bigger.John was good looking and cocksure of himself and Valerie couldn't helpbut smile back at him.He looked to be in his early forties. He had stylish long blonde hairand was tanned. I fear for these kids," she said as she hugged Sasha's shoulder to her."I agree ... Did it get colder in here?" Richard asked and noticed the kids looking behind him. Turning in his seat, he blanched as he looked at the image of a woman floating there. There was a hole between her eyes, and she seemed to be looking at him."Get my children back and give them to Amber and Victor to raise or else!" Who are you? What are you?" Richard asked in fear as he backed away from the ghost and almost fell. Stronger feelings involved?"He giggled a little and coughed."Well we all liked your legs, Miss; especially when you wore those tight black skirts and white blouses to school." Really?" Yeah. We always hoped to sit at the front and see if we could get a view of your fanny." My knickers, you mean." No, Miss, we knew that some days, when it was very hot, you didn't wear any knickers. So we used to flip a coin to see who would sit in the pole desk." Good grief! And I genuinely thought vou were keen. Your hips press against my fingers and you don’t move. Pushing, pushing against my fingers, wanting them deeper. Slowly I withdraw my fingers but your hips arch upwards again, straining against my fingers. Again my fingers thrust into you. Your hips begin a rhythm, thrusting again and again against my fingers. I continue to lick your tummy as you take pleasure from my hand. Suddenly you push my head downwards. Your legs open wider. “Taste the wet.” My tongue.