I wanted to taste the rest of her. I repositioned myself on top of her. She looked at me in my eyes, panting, obviously remembering the way I made her...feel, anticipating my touch. I gently rubbed one finger up her slit. She was dripping. I played with it by slowly inserting a single finger into her warm, drenched pussy and then pulling it out over and over again. She moaned. I smiled. I pulled her left leg up onto the bed and pushed it up. Both of her knees were now in the air. I kissed her. One wall of the barn was lined with horse stalls. George was marched to the one at one end of the barn and Johnston was marched to the one at the other end of the barn. I stayed with George while Dad and Mom questioned Johnston. That morning, we had told our parents about our strange power to know what a person under stress was about to do, and we thought that we would know when someone was lying.Dad said, “Just what we need, the perfect lie detector!” That was why they decided that we would be. The second part of the evening was just like the many cocktail parties I had been to with my parents, except that we three men were naked and available for the ladies to enjoy. The whole experience was incredibly exhilarating and even after two more orgasms I was still in a state of intense arousal. Unlike a conventional party, however, there was none of the chatter and the clink of glasses one would normally expect nor even the raucous whoops and cheers of a bachelorette party. The only sound. " Are you sure of that?" Yes, Monsieur le President, of that and of a good deal more besides, for I have the proofs in my hands." Without further preamble, he continued: "Monsieur le President, now that the man is caught, it will be easy for the police to find out every detail of his life. But meanwhile I can sum up that monstrous life for you, looking only at the criminal side of it, and passing briefly over three murders which have nothing to do with the story of the Mornington case."Jean.