" So ... this guy from New York is coming here to talk to me." Yeah. He's going to interview you as a victim, as far as I know." OK, I'll be there. Wh...t time?" He should be here around noon." See you then," said Kris.Kris didn't really know what to expect, so he tried not to think about it. When he saw the man waiting to talk to him, though, he felt his stomach begin to roil. The man smiled, though, and his face looked more open than Kris had expected a New York City detective to look. Mitch. I want to leave this table, you’re so much more interesting than anyone here. And as much as I love my family, you never fail to keep me excited. How can I distract you from the conversation without anyone noticing? It’s not as if I can get your attention the usual way; I can’t just strip my clothes and kneel at your feet. I have a sip of my own wine, searching for ideas on how to get the two of us excused from the table without raising suspicion or inviting a ton of questions. My other hand. This time there was no chance to misinterpret the fact that the girls wanted sex. Becky was wearing a skirt and wiggled out of her panties as Anna kissed Sam. She climbed on the bed and straddled his head.“This is wrong Becky, please,” he protested feebly, her perfect little pussy hovering over his face, and it was positively moist.“You promised,” she said and lowered her pussy to his mouth. “Please eat me, Mr. Dawes.”He obliged, starting to work his tongue into her, and tasted her sweetness.. " Thank God at least one of you boys has his head on straight." I teased. "Hey, where the hell did Juan get to?"Yann shrugged. "He was talking to a short blonde woman."Probably Kathy-with-a-K, the association secretary. They spent a lot of time together, coordinating calendars. Actually, I suspected that Kathy had a crush on Juan; she was always just a little too helpful when he called.A few minutes later, the elevator opened and Juan and Kathy - along with a few other people - emerged. I waved.