She said there were nine letters in all that she handed over." So now we have a witness to what happened to the letters," I said, relieved that it had...been so easy to get a confession from the former postmistress."Yes, we do, but I'm not so sure how she'd stand up under cross examination. She's a very frightened woman and likely to say anything that might get her off. I don't think we can allow her to be the key to the prosecution. More interesting to me is the unreported income that former. Soon, we are making love on the couch. We decide we would be more comfortable in her bed.Around 6 am, we each go to pee, then come back to bed. Not planning on anything except maybe getting some more sleep. So neither of us bothers to close the door.Madison, grinning, holding up my briefs in one hand, Jan's bra and panties in the other."Are you two going to fuck all morning?"Shocked to hear Jan say "We're not fucking. We're just tired from so much fucking last night."Giggles. Irrepressible. Soon one of her hands went behind her, grabbed my cock and shifted its position to where she wanted it. Without releasing my dick she pressed her body to mine and imperceptibly rubbed herself on my cock. I knew I would not be able to keep from ejaculating in my shorts for long but then I got a reprieve, the dance ended to thunderous applause. As a waiter was walking by The Woman took the opportunity to place my still full drink and her empty glass on the tray. Reaching back and taking both of. Peter treated me like a girlfriend most of the time, David the older brother saw me as a fuckhole for his entertainment. He was always coming up with creative uses for me from fucking my ass while his brother stood and watched to whoring me out to the competing school on sports day. Dave really enjoyed that, he liked the feel of my ass on his hard cock but he really liked the sight of me being used by other men at his order. He felt like a pimp walking out his main bitch and would someday order.