While I was filling my mug, the TV was replaying all the video from yesterday. Hanna's interview with me had made the national news circuit. All the o...inion speakers were using my interview for material - good or bad. Because of the carnage the police had kept the other two attack sites closed. Hanna Page and JBG were blasted on every TV channel.As I was leaving a huge all terrain crane was coming down Morton Road. It had eight of the big tires you see on monster trucks. I wondered what it was. It's a beautiful place, well removed from the hectic pace of the city. This was my only grievance as we traipsed over the dunes. Actually, I traipsed; Miss Robb moved across the sand with grace and a little flaunt. Like a skilled belly dancer, her hips swayed from side to side in a fluid, hypnotic motion. My eyes fixed on the teal print of her sarong; the tautly pulled wrap accentuated her tight waist and curvy hips. I could faintly see the two symmetrical lines of Anna’s string bikini bottoms,. You'd only been out on a couple of dates ... chaperoned dates, I might add. And the next thing we know you're having sex? What happened?" We watched you," said Amanda."Don't try and blame this on us," said Bob, angrily."It's true!" said Mandy, not budging an inch. "From the very beginning, everything we ever did was after we saw you two doing it." Let's start at the beginning," said Karen."The good night kiss," said Jack. "The first one. You showed us how to do it." That was an example of how. We met on a summer’s morning, a few years back, while we were waiting for the bus on our way to work; she smiled at me and asked if the bus was ever on time. I laughed and replied, no. I had stared at her many times on the bus and subway, at her tits to be specific. They were large, meaty, full and firm. In the summer, she flaunted them. Tight t-shirts, low cut tops and unbuttoned blouses. They would jiggle and bounce each time the bus hit a bump in the road. Many times my cock grew hard from.