”“There were pictures on Matthew’s phone of two women having… intimate relations…” Jeff says.“Sex”, interjects Rachel. “One of them ...is you. I assume the other one is Florence?”“Oh, you seen them? God, that embarrassing. Yes, we took them for a laugh. I don’t know how he found them, he was probably snooping through Florence’s phone, and copied them onto his.”“So, tell us what happened, in your own words.”“Florence and Matthew had a bad relationship. He was an abusive asshole. He never hit her,. I was sucking her both upper and lower red lips which were testing like strawberries because of her flavored lipstick.I took her to the edge of the bed and sat there. She adjusted herself and sat on my lap facing her back towards me. Now I could feel her big ass on my dick. It was submerged totally into her ass cracks and feeling the hotness of her ass hole.I now started playing with her big melons over her nightie and squeezing them hard. While squeezing I was taking her nipples in middle of. We all have to live with ourghosts." There was a strange crackle on the line. "Stoplaughing, Boris!" "You're absolutely sure?" Tim had started laughing too. "I've been searching for fifty years, dearie. If you findsomething, let me know." She hung up. I tried to ignore Tim for the next few days. After all,only I could see or hear him, and he couldn't physically affectthings. But it got on my nerves, his following me everywhere,into the bathroom, my car, even into phone booths. And always,that. It felt so good…I knelt down and shoved my own hand through the hole, grabbing her crotch. She was wearing a short tight skirt and she grasped my hand, pulling it apart. I heard her laughing. She suddenly hissed:“Are you in a hurry, dear Victor…?”I did not recognize that voice; but her sultry tone made me get hard again. I had no idea about who could be that woman…I then tried to look through the hole, but she blocked me with her body. She laughed again, asking me if I got curious…I tried to.