I went back around the house to the front porch and looked inside while I smoked. And there the were, on the couch now, still kissing heavily while my...wife's blouse and bra were tossed on the floor! Hakan's hands were roaming over her small tits while she pulled his mouth to hers with one hand and rubbed his cock through his pants with the other. Her legs were slightly spread and one of his hands moved down her stomach to rub her steamy pussy through her pants. This continued for quite a while. " He tossed a grainy photograph, obviously a blow up from a telephoto shot, across the desk. "Helen Stanhope, 43 and as far as we can tell the only person that has direct involvement with the Questors. She's there at any event where the Questors do appear and it's only ever her that's there from the company." OK, maybe some sort of in, there." Well maybe, but she's going to be difficult to get at. She's more of a geek than her team is. Home — work — home; lives in an apartment in an old mansion. As he held my hand for longer than necessary he said in his imperiousvoice. "I want us to put all the acrimonious feelings in the past, Iwant us to start afresh can we do that?"I tried to keep my voice calm. "I am not sure I can do that, but I guesswe can try." Nathan we have all moved on, you have a new relationship, I want us tobe friends again."I nodded slipping in a quick jab. "So how is Viv?"He didn't even blink, I had expected a bit of guilt but there wasnothing he just smiled. "She is. She even counted accurately and with a firm voice at the handsome postman's instigation thanking him profusely for his attention to duty. The loss of her father at an early age had precluded her beloved forebear continuance of the much needed corrections and her dithering mother was far too busy with demanding tea arrangements to be in the least concerned about such matters.Jane considered herself to be most fortunate to have a personal postman of mature years. His name was Jeffrey Summers and.