But, Andy didn’t tell his friends and family that he worked at the SIS building. He told them he worked at the MI6 building. A much sexier name, tha..., he thought. His friends at the pub didn’t quite believe that he worked at the building of Britain’s highest and most clandestine spy agency, but work there he did.Andy saw a tall man walk through the front doors that he recognized. “Ello, Mr. Sloane,” Andy said. “Hello, Andy” the man said as he walked around the metal detector. “Fine weather. A few times, like theyear before, Steffi would still be polishing her nails when he arrived.Billy watched that, too.Steffi often would tease Billy about how lucky he was, or how boys shouldhave to do the same things girls do. She'd even threatened to have Billysit down, so she could do his makeup too. Billy almost did it -- he satdown, and probably would have accepted the styling, but Steffi laughed itoff and quit first.Steffi didn't quit the time that Billy joked about fixing her. They are rudely mating together; beneath a tree.The erotic spectacle fascinates me.In union, the dog and bitch form a bizarre two-headed creature. They pant obscenely, oblivious to the world, while frantically copulating. I can see the dog’s red cock shunting into the bitch like a piston; suddenly it hits a climax and it’s whole body presses into the rear end of the bitch pumping spasmodically as it ejaculates.A sharp twang of guilt accompanies the clenching and juicing of my snatch.I turn. We had bought food for ourselves to eat so I remained in their house to eat. I said, “Neha you looked beautiful in green suit today”. She laughed and said, “It is new one, I bought it last week”. This conversation was kinda very romantic and even my eyes went down talking to her.As we ate, it was dark outside and my parents were calling to come back home. Even my house was few streets away at a walking distance, my aunt insisted and told my parents that Rahul is tired and would stay at her.