Beside it, the evening newspaper, untouched until now, lay neatly folded; offering a measure of diversion from my own concerns. Had I wished for consi...eration of more weighty matters – not, I consider, a good idea when contemplating a night's sleep – a volume relating the analysis of no less than fifty instances of enhanced female sexual response as a result of stress-induced hysteria also awaited my attention.I contented myself with the green tea and the news in the paper of an extraordinary. Whitechapel was synonymous with crime and poverty, the overcrowded andunsanitary conditions making disease and infections endemic. Theresidents did anything they had to to make ends meet. Many combed thebanks of the Thames at low tide, finding whatever they could eitherwashed down from the sewers or left behind by the tide that might betraded for food. These were the so-called mudlarks. The more adventurousof their number, those who ventured into the sewers themselves to seektreasures that had. ‘You know like being gone after work for hours, or any new hobbies?’ Trish asked with that phony concern in her voice. ‘Long periods of time where you didn’t know where he was?’ ‘Anything like unexplained charges on his credit card?’ Peter added. ‘Why are you asking all this?’ Rachel asked. ‘To be honest we want to know if he and his present wife were having an affair. We are really investigating her for the family of her deceased husband,’ Peter said. ‘Oh I see,’ Rachel said. ‘I don’t know who. She lifted her right leg and straddled Peter, facing him. Deftly she reached between her legs and took his cock and rubbing it gently pushed it slowly into her, I guess, quite moist cunt.Oh God I thought , more and more surprises, she is going to fuck him right in front of me!! And that’s what she did, I was sat just a few inches from them as she rocked back and two in front of me , moaning quite loud. I had not long shot my load into my hankie but nevertheless I felt my penis harden again.