When he was in his late fifties, he was still single and lonely. His first plan was to start his own business and then to find his Miss Right. However, he was not a good businessman and all his money was gone after he fell into his partner's trap. He had no way out and became a fortune teller to earn his bread, but he never expected that this job would give him a chance to meet her, an A-list actress and a gorgeous woman.
Norton Byrne was fifty-six years old this year, but he was still single. He had planned to start a family after starting a business, but it turned out that he had neither talent nor luck when it came to doing business. His so-called business partner had ripped him off, leaving him with almost nothing. In the end, he had no choice but to set up a small stall on the roadside and pretended to be a psychic.
He had never dreamed that one day, he would be able to lie on a superstar's legs and read her palm.
Harley Evans, the most famous actress in the country, had appeared in several hit TV shows. She was only twenty-six years old, but she was considered a goddess in the hearts of countless men.
She had acted as a fairy in a lot of fantasy shows, where she looked ethereal and otherworldly in her beautiful dresses. But today, she was wearing a short and simple floral dress, like a sweet little girl next door.
Her fair and slender legs were covered by a thin layer of silk stockings. Her delicate face and her pair of watery eyes could melt any man's heart.
As for how Norton had gotten the opportunity of laying his hands on this beauty, it was a long story.
Several days ago, something very odd had happened in Harley's house.
Afraid that the incident would be leaked to the media, she had secretly found Norton at his small roadside stall, hoping that he could help her solve the problem at home.
At this moment, Norton couldn't think about anything other than Harley's luscious breasts, which were looming in front of his eyes. He could only image how it would feel to knead those ample breasts with his own hands.
Feeling a little uncomfortable under his lustful gaze, Harley twisted her body away and helped Norton up from the chair, drawing him back to earth from his perverted fantasy.
"Miss Evans, don't worry. I'll solve the problem for you," Norton assured with a smile, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Thank you, Mr. Byrne."
Hearing Harley's sweet and coquettish voice, Norton felt that his cock was in danger of jumping loose without even being touched.
He swallowed hard and pressed down at his crotch before picking up a compass and wandering around Harley's villa.
Although he wasn't a real psychic, he paused every now and then and clucked his tongue as if he sensed something evil in the room. Finally, he turned back to Harley and shook his head. "Miss Evans, the spirit in your house is very fierce."
Harley's delicate face turned pale with fear. Her breasts swayed under the dress as she walked over to him. "Mr. Byrne, can you sense it?"
"First, tell me, what happened to you?" Norton asked.
Licking her lips nervously, Harley answered, "Well, every night, I go to bed alone but I feel as though someone is touching my body, and..."
As she spoke, her voice kept getting lower and lower, and her pretty face flushed red. Glancing at Norton, she continued in a soft voice, "And every morning when I wake up, I find that my panties are gone, as if someone takes them off while I'm asleep."
Harley found it embarrassing to even say those words out loud. She couldn't believe that she had to tell a stranger about these things, but she had no other choice if she wanted to solve the problem.
Norton swallowed hard and resisted the urge to rip off Harley's panties. Trying hard to maintain a serious look on his face, he said, "It seems that you are being harassed by a lecher ghost."
"A lecher ghost?"
Looking at the bathroom on the second floor, Norton explained, "Generally speaking, lecher ghosts like to hide in the bathroom and peep at women while they're taking a shower. I'll go upstairs to see if he is there."
Without any delay, he walked up the stairs to the second floor.
It took Harley a moment to remember that her old pair of panties was still in the bathroom, but it was too late to stop Norton.
When Norton pushed the bathroom door open, the first thing he saw was a pair of pink lace panties lying on the wash basin.
The bathroom was filled with the intoxicating scent of refreshing shower gel. As soon as he saw the panties, Norton's eyes lit up, and the pace of his breathing quickened.
He couldn't believe that he was staring at his goddess's panties, which had touched her sexy buttocks. He would pay with his life to get the chance to just lick those panties once.
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