Betty must have been looking out for my car because the front door was open before I got to it. Her anxious face searched mine for signs of hope. I lo...ked suitably serious and walked past her into the lounge. She followed and collapsed into her armchair. Years of interviewing suspects had taught me all about how to gain and keep control of an interview so I remained standing, looming over Betty as she sat anxiously in her chair.“Did you see him? What did he say? Will I have to go to Court? Will. She had her stick deep in Sam's ass and was fucking him and jerking his cock giving it to him rough. His tight ass was going to be sore when she was done. Then she heard Sam scream and cum sprayed all over the hood of his car. She then told Pete to stand up and get behind her. She pulled the stick out of Sam's ass but kept him bent over. She got beside him and laid over the hood and told Pete "I want you to spread my ass and lick it and get it real wet then fuck my ass with every inch of that. Saturday passed studying and watching sports on the TV, and eating a bad microwave meal, followed by a couple of hours drinking alone in the local pub.After a lazy Sunday morning spent reading the newspapers, followed by some lunch, I decided to do some work on the property outside, partly to ease my boredom and partly to catch some sun on a rare hot day. I started by checking the wooden fence which ran at the back and one side of the property, both adjoining a field and separating my aunt's. "We'll be at war with the Ruskies before long," he said, startling Miss Stringfellow and myself.Being a journalist, and having kept abreast of the world situation, I was quick to challenge him. "My God, Dennis, how could you say such a thing? You've caused Miss Stringfellow unnecessary alarm with this preposterous statement."A bemused expression crossed Dennis' face, but he was quick in his reply, "Unnecessary alarm? I doubt that. We have every reason to mistrust the Reds. We shouldn't.