Just fine, Carl. We're going over the interviews now so that Mrs. Dexter can get at them. No problems, I assure you."Mrs. Dexter? thought Ann. Shades ...f guilt before the eye-hungry husband? Something's astir and I don't think it's my imagination."Everything is under control, Carl," finished Ann, hoping that would send her husband back to the catacombs where he belonged. Over her shoulder, she could almost feel George's eyeballs snapping back, then he lowered his head as if studying the file. The play was a welcome rest, but it had ended with a 20-minute encore of the most well-known of the show's songs, pulling the whole audience to its feet for a stomping, swaying celebration. Then there'd been the crush of the various theater's crowds forming rugby scrums we had to struggle through. And there was some kind of security alert at the station -- with the several diehard IRA factions, it seems there's always some kind of threat. This one had, for no apparent reason, shut off power to. As he gazed at Veronica's tight little body, clothed in a pleated plaid skirt, thin white stockings, and a crisp button down top, she looked surprisingly more chaste than usual. Although, her dark red lipstick and dark eye makeup made for a slightly less innocent look. Her breasts were so well hidden in that top. He flashed back to an image of Veronica at the beach. They were in the water this one time... and her bathing suit top had snapped off accidentally. He pretended like he hadn't. The urge to go back in was incredible and I did so as I was keen to watch them doing it.I slipped in quietly and took sat on the bench opposite them. She had her back to me and had mounted him, where he sat, gliding effortlessly up and down on his thick cock, which glisened with each insertion and part withdrawl.He looked at me and smiled as he humped, she clung around his neck with her head dropped over his shoulder, moaning like I have never heard a woman do. The pleasure she must have been.