As we ate our meal, Pepper continued to give the two young guys a show. I sat next to her and watched their faces as they stared without any concern ...f being caught. Their expressions told me when she closed her legs and when she opened them without me knowing what Pepper was doing. I couldn’t help my laugh at them from time to time. The coup de gras was when Pepper had her legs spread and reached down with her hand and began to run her pussy. She played with her clit for a bit and then. As the possible heir of Cosmo Mornington and a prominent figure in the case, I am the enemy, and they are trying to do away with me as they did with the others. And it is Florence who is acting against me. And it is she who has committed murder."Everything tells against her; nothing speaks in her defence. Her innocent eyes? The accent of sincerity in her voice? Her serene dignity? And then? Yes, what then? Have I never seen women with that frank look who have committed murder for no reason,. I never actually found out.After gazing a little too much at the girls I decided to join them for a dance. The dance floor not exactly being my regular comfort zone (but then again, neither was a swingers club in Rome), I was pleasantly surprised with how well I had performed, or maybe that last gin had obliterated every sense of observation I had left. Who knows?Before I had the time and courage to ask the girl in green to join me in the next room, my favourite stranger had returned from out. Jeanine was moaning softly and pushing back with each stroke. Robert pulled all but his cock head out of her pussy. As one hand kneaded her ass cheek he casually drew his wet fingers to her puckering ass hole. As he gently pushed forward his slick finger popped past her sphincter muscle. Jeanine froze. What was he doing? She hated the feeling of his finger in her ass hole. "No Robert, that's sick" she complained "Just fuck me, it feels so good." "Shut up bitch" Robert growled "One more hole.