Chapter 3

I spent a great deal of time researching the details about Carmen Cordero’s demise in room 69 and discovered that she was a busy little bee raising money to help her invalid mother recover from a lengthy illness.

Then, I found a photo of a small girl of about seven years of age that was purported to be her daughter and being raised in a convent school not far from my address of birth. Since the murder had taken place almost twenty years ago that would make the girl to be a young woman in her mid-twenties. Of course, I was filled with the curiosity of the macabre and determined that I absolutely must meet the daughter of my ghostly carnal adventures and inform her I was looking diligently for the perpetrator of her untimely death.

My sources revealed that the grandmother had passed just this past year and was buried in the large cemetery out in Queens that stored the stacked bodies of family members for more than a century. My only travels to Queens was to work a temporary job in the Post Office where I spent all the hours after midnight until the dawn’s early light sorting letters in the pre-zip-code era with my eyes fighting to stay open for my ride home to Manhattan on the underground subway.

The cemetery was thriving with life with people visiting deceased relatives and loved ones and with a funeral or two creating a little oasis of living humans all circled around a hole in the ground waiting for its future occupant.

I was able to locate the grave of both the grandmother and the mother of the still living Maria Cordero who was the remaining living member of the Cordero line still living.

I stood nearby and wrote down the details from the headstones in my little notebook and when I looked up I saw what I thought was Carmen Cordero standing next to her mother’s grave with tears in her eyes.

When I looked closer, it was obvious that this must be the living daughter because of her modern dress and she had a much more modest upper body development and her ass was quite slender in tune with the mores of present day society. Still in all, she was the spitting image of her murdered mother and I impulsively offered my condolences to the pretty young girl and held out my clean hanky for her tears.

She looked up at me because she was only about five foot tall and thanked me graciously.

“Thank you, sir. Did you know my mother?”

I was struck by the fact that her voice sounded exactly like Carmen’s and her smile was her mirror image. I suddenly was struck by the thought that it would be sheer heaven to look down into this girl’s eyes as I was burying my salami deep inside and I could see the reaction in her deep pretty eyes.

My sudden suspicion was that the girl must have read my thoughts because she blushed a nice shade of pink and I could tell she had little experience in carnal thoughts of that nature.

She told me her name although I was already certain in my mind of her identity from the likeness to Carmen.

We walked together back to the circular road that allowed drivers to get close to their loved one’s resting place. She was driving a newer edition of the Ford Mustang and I got a good look at her inner thighs as she sat down in the driver’s seat. I knew she must be aware that she was giving me a free vision of her private parts all wrapped up in white lace and ribbons. I had an urge to bury my head in her pussy and start getting better acquainted with her personal core. I sensed that she had it on her mind as well but she was too much of a lady to make the first move.

“Here is my card. I am researching a crime drama book on your mother’s unsolved murder and perhaps you might be able to spare me a few minutes to give me your perspective on the violence of that unfortunate episode.”

I knew I was probably being too direct but time was of the essence and she looked so delectable sitting there with her knees spread open that my dick took over my brain and told me to push hard.

She smiled up at me with what I would swear was Carmen’s beautiful smile and touched my hand with hers and assured me, “As soon as I have some free time I will call you and let you know where I live and we can meet up there.”

Actually, my research had already given me her address and her place of employment but I was never one to stalk and with this exception never pressed myself on females uninvited.

That very night, I booked a stay in room 69 and found Carmen in a joyous mood at the news that I had seen her daughter. She pumped me on all the details and rode me cowgirl style as she absorbed my words and drained my cock of a copious load of spunk.

Later, I was mounted on her flanks from the rear and she looked over her shoulder at me and told me her sexy voice, “Lover boy, I want you to do my daughter the way you do me. I think she will fall in love with you and you will have a faithful companion to grow old with.”

At the time, I was concentrating on getting a deeper spot in her rectal channel and the sight of her beautiful ass cheeks bouncing underneath my thrusts admittedly held my attention completely. It took me a few minutes to grasp what she was suggesting to me and I could see the logic in her thinking. It was a way to get a younger edition of Carmen in my bed and she might even be tempted to move in with us if she felt safe in the new locale.