As I poured over the video for a fourth time, my phone buzzed and another video loaded up. This was longer, just short of 4 minutes. She was still sit...ing in the same position, but now her panties were gone, I just caught a glimpse of them on the floor beside the sofa as the camera swung around wildly as the guy shifted in to position. His finger reached out and ran from the bottom to the top of her pussy. As it ran up her lips started to part and the tip of his finger slide inside, just a tiny. In his hotel room that night, once again alcohol-free, Terry reviewed what he had so far. Overall, he felt that things were coming together nicely. He had enough material to complete the ordinary report on the work of the hospital. Rather too much material actually, Harry had certainly liked the sound of his own voice. A few interviews could still be improved, so it would be nice, but not essential, to find some better subjects tomorrow and Friday.There was also the basis of the second. You're with me, right?"He had directed the question to Ethan. When my brother didn't respond immediately, Sean took in the longing look on my other brother's face and groaned. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're thinking about it, too."Ethan shrugged. "Never got a bad blow job from a dude. And a piece of ass is a nice change from pussy every now and then."Everyone, including me, looked at Ethan in surprise.Ethan huffed. "What? Really? Ya'll are going to look at me like I'm crazy for getting a. And skate at the Rockefeller Center ice rink — forget it! Such absences conferred echt New Yorker status, no? Fortunately, Beryl and Coral toted along their cameras. Back in Tucson, the results weren’t brilliant but after reflection touching. Aboard an Alcatraz Island tour boat, Coral had snapped several of him and Beryl. The deep blue of the bay further drew the color in Beryl’s face that the morning’s chilly breeze stirred. She wore a contented smile, her eyes warm. Frozen in the photograph.