Winnie sipped every vintage that the steward suggested, settled on a modest Chianti, and nursed two glasses through lunch.I stuck with iced tea and li...ed it, much to their surprise. "Are you, as you Americans say, 'on the wagon?'" Hussein was not quite pickled, but getting there, and laughed loudly at his attempted humor."I am pacing myself. The last couple of nights have been tiring, and a bit of moderation is just what I need to perk me up." Hussein appeared to accept my logic and not let it. We heard everyone leave, and then resumed our session. My tounge found hers over and over again. I told her I had always fantasized about having her, and she likewise said she had wanted me and masturbated to me in the past. I was instantly turned on even more and my cock got harder. she saw this and removed her shirt. She bent over, undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled my jeans and boxers off. I took my shirt off and she began stroking my rock hard 7 inches. in her jeans and bra, she. Rich said problem solved, and as he said the words up drove his stretch limo. I think we all smiled at that.The limo stopped in front of us and the driver got out, opened the door and greeted Rich. Rich returned the greeting and spoke to the driver for a minute. As we waited Greg stood behind me and through our clothes, ground his cock into my back side. I pushed back a little as he brought his hands around and under my blouse. He squeezed my breast in a typical 20 year old fashion, a little. Maybe he'd returned and seen Bonnie taking me up to his apartment. Just to confuse the issue he'd instructed the two guys to include both Bonnie and Honey in the warning.Or did Honey have a boyfriend who'd seen us going up to her apartment? I tried to fit that encounter in with the murder of Sarah Leighton but there seemed to be no connection. At this point I wasn't bothering anyone. And I certainly wasn't finding out who'd murdered Sarah.Or had I? Was it possible that unknowingly I'd already.